Is it fun to live,
To survive, to thrive.

To have a happy life,
With a wife.

Maybe children,
A home to live in.

Friends who laugh,
Who are your better halves.

A job to keep you happy,
You do it gladly.

Is it fun?

How would I know,
I live on the streets of Chicago.

Pulling my weight,
No one can relate.

I'm just another teenager,
Roaming the streets - it's nothing major!

People assume I have a family,
And stroll by casually.

They don't stop and ponder,
Why this girl is on the street I wonder.

So no.

I don't know if it's fun to live,
To survive, to thrive.

Or to have a happy life,
Because tonight, I'm going under the knife.