How can I make you see,
all the things hurting me?
Could you ever really know,
what it is to have no place to go.
No mother or father to raise me,
nobody there to praise me.
Living on and off the streets,
with morons intellects and freaks.
It's called the Game of Society,
make life what its supposed to be.
Never let your feelings show,
Nobody sees, nobody knows.
s.vanderbilt 12-1985
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