Alone in this cold world as I snuggled up against the concrete pavements we call a dog eat dog world.
Inches away from going crazy I see that my innate kind nature is something that is never heard.
Tired yet peddling forward but backwards thinking have me back where I started.
Where’s my mother?
Dependence is something not needed yet we all want to feel a little needed.
So why bother?
My impatience for this humanistic creed has left me on the bench as the 6 seed.
Tumbling down this pathetic roads we call our society, why must perception be the priority?
Humbling myself I know will get you far but not sticking up for what you believe in is like an act of larceny.
Where is my voice?