I'Am Me Poem by vivian pena

I feel so alone, writnig poetry is all I know, Depressed and deprived, I just hate my life.people pretending to be there for me, but in all reality there only after the green. How obscene.the thing that kills me the most is I'm not the only one going through this. I cry at night because me and my daughter have no where to live, all I can give her is my love but in my heart I know love is not enough, the thing that hurts me the most is my family. they know my situation but they'll kick me out with no hesitation, they don't care, so why do I?

because I'm my own person......