Hard Life Poem by Carolina Soto

My stomach growls for food
People look at me like I'm a creature they act so rude
My nails are filled with dirt
And I got holes all over my pants and shirt
People won't even give me one cent
I'm not asking for the amount they pay for there phone bills or rent
Everyone stares at me and knows I need help
But they don't care, they only care about themselves
Wishing my life could be over
Haven't gotten a drink of water in a long time, it's like I'm sober
My hair has grown long till my feet
The only place I can call home is the street
Out here sleeping on the floor, cold, and all alone
I don't know how to fix my life, I'll just have to wait for the unknown.