Everyday I catch them staring
Trying to figure out if they should trust me
Trying to decide whether they should give
Or if they should pretend I don’t exist
But out here I am invisible whether they physically see me or not
I feel worthless
It’s like every time I try to dig myself out of this pit I slip In deeper
Every night is almost always sleepless
Trying not to get raped or robbed
Praying that it doesn’t rain
I’m fighting for life but all they’ll ever see is a beggar
Or someone pretending to be
I’m invisible because they will never know my story because they can only see my situation
Or at least part of it
They will never know me because they are afraid to ask
I will always be someone who probably didn’t try hard enough
To them I’m just a good deed to help them get one step closer to heaven

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