Poem By HollyLouise Woollard
The Hustle and Bustle of every day suburbia,
Living and not appreciating your everyday surroundings,
Laughing and joking with your everyday friends,
Screaming and shouting in despair at your everyday pains.
Walking around, on their phones, heads held high,
Ignorant people, shopping bags in tow, passing by,
Still i sit in the cold and wonder why,
Why they hold their heads so high?
If they were like me for just one day,
If they could see things my way,
And they sit here where i sit everyday,
I don't think they would last a day..
I have nothing but the clothes on my back,
The photos and memories in my black sack.
I've been here a while and i know that i'll crack,
When i watch them, i wish of having my old life back.
What if they could see inside my mind,
what would their ignorance find?
Would they still be so unkind,
If they could see inside my mind?
What's the difference between me and you?
When will you open your eyes and see the truth?
Would you understand what ive been through,
If you saw things the way I do?