I'm cold and alone
I feel so unhappy
Where are are the people
I've heard are called family
Why am I in this orphanage?
Are my parents really dead?
Maybe the lady lied
Maybe it's all in her head
The clothes I wear are shabby
My shoes are worn and old
Where are all my friends?
Whose hand can I hold?
Will you take me home?
Will you love and keep me?
I want to get out of this place?
Will someone help me?

by Shazza Rixx

Comments (2)

I thought this was a heart felt poem. I know that there are several people who feel this was on a daily basis.
Poem has honesty ---