Young Writers Society

Man’s Best Friend.

Am I ashamed in which this life I’ve grown?
It’s hard to say, was there a choice?
This life I am alone.

Mother, father,
Sister, brother,
Their faces fade
Further and further away.
Until they just become another face on the streets,
To pass me by that day.

I see them
All around,
All of them living, without a sound.

Young and old,
Fast and slow,
All looking for a way,
For the right direction to go.
But none know the way,
They have no idea where to go.

For how do you live?
How do you breathe?
When – by the ones you thought would love you most – you are left, deceived.

My title – ‘Man’s Best Friend’
Already seems beyond repair or mend.

Please tell me,
Let me know,
I want to right my wrongs.
In your family,
I just want to belong.

Tell me what I have done to deserve this.
To live a life –
So homeless.