there’s no greater anguish
than sitting, waiting, all alone
trusting this sick society
to stand up, and deliver you a home
the long and empty hallways disinfectant tinges the air how to convey to the adults there all you need is a family who cares you've seen it in the movies know that it exists hugs and kisses would be better than a hellish existence like this the inevitable footfall happens stranger with a clipboard by your side another long silent commute nowhere to run and hide then comes the sudden arrival to the next palace or the hovel no welcoming hugs to greet you fear of barracks and med exams defeat you and you try to rise despite all the pain and try to shine despite the feelings of shame and try to live without pointing the blame but only at ourselves... for ... being born.