“Walk in my shoes for a day
watch how people treat me
look through my eyes
feel the pain they cause me through judgement”
I wonder through these streets alone
with hardly any clothes and no home
no money no shelter save when I am lucky and have a tent
I have to invent what shelter I can to survive
people say I should have a job and drive
and ambition I lost it in the war in my mind
and ptsd is unkind and I can’t envision
a way out of my despair
a few people care but most give blank unfeeling stares
and say it’s somehow my fault
the system is broken
but if you saw through my eyes for a day
you’d show me more compassion I’d pray.