Unable to stand up to their self-righteous accusers Who often become their torturers and abusers? They feel demoralised so blame themselves And will never seek or ask for help
Always told they’re in the wrong They’re forced to believe they don’t belong With no more self-respect or hope They feel they’ve reached the end of the rope
Self-preservation is their only escape No longer wanting to communicate Now riddled with fear, guilt, and self-doubt For them there is no easy way out
To avoid the gaze of people they know They hide away and try to lie low With no-one to tell and nowhere to hide They try not to think of suicide
Eventually alone, living on the street Frightened, tired, and dead on their feet People walk by, while others just stare But the victim’s too weak and hungry to care
Others just try to move them on They look unsightly so want them gone Morons set out to offend them for fun By attacking them and calling them ****
They accept the crap that’s thrown their way Just trying to make it through another long day Being cold and homeless was never their crime They were just in a bad place at the wrong time