If Only Life Was Good To Everyone.
Here I am standing in the streets with this tight clothing.... ridiculous makeup.....short tight skirt. My belly is showing and it’s so cold out here, but I have nothing to live for, and need money make this pain go away. Drugs! I feel like crying a river but I’m smiling as if I’m wearing a mask. I am licking my crusty lips and slowing approaching cars that go by.
I feel deprived, manic and depressive. Every time I turn to myself and face me, I feel confusion, sadness, loneliness and a yearning for genuine care. I feel I have no control in my live, and that my life lays on someone else’s hands: How sullen this makes me.