Misunderstood

I just want to make it, these streets, I can't take it. As I sit on the curb and realize I have to place to go, the world around me moves very slow. You know when they say that time flies when you're having fun? Well time is slow when you're on the run. On the run from life, people, dreams that you'll never see. Is it me? Do I appear to be not worthy of anything? People think I'm lazy, and just a bum on the street. No mother, no father, no food to eat. Can I help the situation I am in? I have no life to begin. I had dreams of going to college and getting a degree, but there are a number of things stopping me. I have no money to go, no feelings to show, no knowledge to know, how to go with the flow and get the gist of things. What does my future bring? Not making it seem like I don't want a better life, because I want nothing more. Who will help me get my foot in the door, and help me explore? I don't know how to start, I ask myself am I smart? Smart enough for this? Maybe yes, maybe no, but that's how life goes. I want a job, i want to go to college, I want out of this life I'm living for good. No I'm not lazy, I'm just misunderstood. (poems go here)