When I Felt Unloved

When love abandoned me,
I walked away,
Down unfamiliar streets,
Searching for a new family,
A new place to stay.
The cold, unyielding world,
Stretched out its arms to take me in,
And thus, my journey as a lone child began.

It was rejection that molded me,
Made me believe I belonged to the streets.
Here, no one questioned our differences,
No one quarreled over my presence.
Here, I found peace, amid struggles we all endure—
No food, no shelter, but still, we survive,
Beneath the relentless sun and the pouring rain.

To the world, we are nothing,
Criminals with no claim to safety.
We are mistaken for thieves at every turn,
Yet this, somehow, feels better than home.

Some offer kindness,
Promises of help, but we are skeptical.
We’ve learned to mistrust,
For too often, humanity wears a mask of hypocrisy.

Life is harsh here,
But the thought of returning home is a distant dream.
On these streets, my soul finds solace,
Where freedom and love come from the kindness of strangers