Stained thoughts always made me feel
They made me feel like I wasn't real
You always want to give up on life
People don't trust and take your knife
But you don't want to give it a chance
Are they right is it just a trance

People always stab you in the back
You then beat people as they lack
No one has a sense of manners
Then you see the banners
If they do are they outcasts
You see life for the first time at last

Then people see me on the street
They don't know how to act around me
But they feel like they should help
They try to give me money
But how should i have felt

Does this all really matter
Why does it seem that i am homeless
It isn't any of that
I just am hopeless