I can feel the wind on my face,
Getting cold very fast.
Sitting here in the snow,
waiting for something to happen.
looking at people walk by,
laughing at me.
I feel closed inside,
Nobody to love me or I to love.
Cops go by withought saying anything to me,
I can hear people talking, cars rumming, lights changing, ice freezing.
I cry the tears that freeze on my face,
like icsicles.
A thin holey jacket,
the only thing keeping me warm.
Thinn pajamas,
My ripped shoes flopping.
no food no fresh water.
familys laugh having fun.
Me sitting there,
closed inside
