A twisted Truth

I live in an area plagued with sad faces. I wrote this for a girl i met who i see each day turning tricks. So young of age and she is so alone and lost.

A  Twisted  Truth

Why does no one see me?

As I stand in front of them

Why does no one here me

As I scream out to all of them

Nothing ever changes

As I walk these desperate streets

Passing unknown strangers

Hardened faces showing their deceit

I might have stood a chance

If someone had only reached out

Showing me a different way

Instead of leaving me with doubt

I’m just a useless addict

A tramp left to walk these lonely streets 

No value no worth

Hey you know, talk is cheap

Once I was a child

Battered and abused

Abandon by a mother

Who chose crack as her muse

Neglected and ignored 

Except for her many men

Who used my body to pay her debt

Only to get high again

Still a child inside 

Sacrificed now to the wolves

I walk these streets

As the little sanity I have left

Slowly fades to woes

What becomes of me it matters not

No one cares as I blend in among the faces

Passing strangers one by one

As I become one of the many wasted

Nothing ever changes

As I walk these desperate streets

Passing unknown strangers

Hardened faces showing their deceit

I might have stood a chance

If someone had only reached out

Showing me a different way

Instead of leaving me with doubt