Where is my voice?

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?


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