Walking Down The Street Poem by Monyrath Prak

Walking down the street I'm full of pain,
With book in hand I don't know where to go.
The cut under my cloths,
The pain inside of me.
No one know,
And I won't tell.
Their words do sting,
But not a word i say.
People talk about me,
They don't think i know.
How they crul game like a torment go.
My parents hate you I had became,
But I don't mind,
Because sooner or later...
I'm no longer in this world.