Poverty

It been here since the beginning,
this isn't a sickness there's no cure
I have nothing but myself,
leading a desolate life full of despair.
Tears, more like rivers
There are no winners
its not a contest.
You think I asked to be this way?
You think I saw it coming?
Its not fun struggling.
People walk by
day in
day out
stepping all over me
Watching me shower in the rain
like an animal
This hurts
its killing me
But just so you know,
I am not the only one
I will never be the only one
Homelessness isnt a choice and
No one is safe

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