Thinking I’m a joke.
When they see me, they began to laugh in my face.
They say I’ll never amount to anything.
Telling me no one will ever love or even care for me.
They throw the fact of my mother given me up.
No one needs or wants me.
What I want or even need never matters.
The things I can do, and the words I speak no one hears it.
I’m a nobody they say.
They say I’m trach and belong in a Ducksters.
They use me for money and anything they want.
Telling me what they want to tell me to get over on me.
Feeling like a bomb that’s about to explode any minute
Sometimes wishing I was died, but never die.
Anywhere I turn there are always enemies waiting on me.
Breaking me down is like a game to them.
Walking down the street is no longer safe for me.
Truthing people is no longer an option.
Believing in happiness for me will never come true.
Beating me to my hands and knees with their bare hands.
Family and friends turning their backs on me.
Becoming homeless with no helping hands.
Turning into a health hazard.
Feeling like a piece of paper floating in the air.  


Sometimes things change when the season change, when will it change for me.  
Questions many of us are asking every day.