I left home a while back
with nothing but these bags under my eyes
to carry my belongings and
to show where I've been.
I walk through these dark streets
with nothing but a smirk on my face
only to have the nonexistent street lights show that
I'm unwanted here,
and that I don't belong anywhere.
In the south side of town
yells of disgust rain down on me.
From the second story of broken homes,
The slums never felt so much like home.
