I’m all on my own,
I’m fearful, I’m tearful,
Is this what it feels like to be all alone?
The cold harsh earth wraps its arms around me.
These wide open spaces no longer comfort me.
What was my escape.. is now my home.
I’m all alone with no place to call my own.
I’m unaccustomed to these unfamiliar sounds.
Strangers walk by, and don’t take the time, to recognise,
That I too am just like them.
I have a name.
I am someone’s something.
I’m not nothing.