How do we feel?

In the cold, in the rain, hail and snow,

I have nowhere else to go.

Sitting there lonely as can be,

When they walk past they don’t see me.

A sleeping bag and a small amount of money,

When they see me they think its funny.

“That one from our school, it can’t be her,

she would never do a sin.”

I have to face it, it is true,

I deserve it – that thought not new,

What I have become today,

Was not what I wanted to be anyway.

So here I am on the road,

Hoping people know the homeless code

I so badly want to get out of this,

But my childhood dreams I will have to miss.

I liveoutside a shop,

Where people don’t stop.

All I ask is for a decent drink and me,

But to the people out there I ask...

How do we feel?