Does It Really Need A Title?

Life is tough oh yeah it's tough alright but that's why i write, but isn't everything perfect at night? You go to the church and you find your bed, which happens to be wherever you lay your head.  One thing i know is no matter how low life drags you down, there's a mighty big God so why even frown? I know i'll make it, I know it'll be rough. Why can't i be normal like everyone else with perfect families, homes, friends, cars and normal lifes? Why do people stare as if i'm someone else? Am I me? I think I am? Does nobody know who i really am? It's my fault the reason i live on the street, but i vow to let God guide my feet. So why do i question things that are not meant for me.. I deserve the life i live, i've done this to myself but my God will shew himself merciful. Glory be to God i passed the test, I just got into college it's all been a test I endured I overcame. My God you've been with me the whole way, I've learned the hard times are easier with God than without.. My God you are awesome, so i've wrote this for someone like me.