World Poem by kali marie

Outspoken outcast put out like a brodcast,
no one will ever know the pain i feel,
when i am on these streets i deal,
i only do this for the ones i heal,
this life is real,
aint no prentending,
the things ive been trough,
it makes you wanna boo,
theres nothing to be proud of,
when i sit upon your empty heart,
people begin to laugh,
i wont ever be anything,
in this hurtful world,
people begin to hate;
for now i am too late.