The Hidden Castaway

Have you ever felt like you didn't belong,

like lyrics mimicking the wrong song?

Have you ever felt like you're just in the way,

when all you want is to be asked to stay?

I have been a problem,

since the day I was born.

I was birthed into an epileptic body.

I'm sure my mother was torn.

Being the only girl in the midst of her three sons,

you'd think I'd be somewhat special rather than shunned.

But that is not how my life story goes.

I'm a hidden castaway that nobody knows.

In order to survive as a foreigner,

I have to accept that I'm a wonderer.

It is hard when you think you belong;

but then realize you're singing to the wrong song,

I was expelled from being family material at 12 years old.

Foster care claimed me the same day I told.

From one home to another,

all I knew, was I had no brothers; nor a mother.

You see, my brothers got adopted.

They were well behaved.

I couldn't stay in one home long,

because I just couldn't be saved.

I have tried so hard to make a life for me.

But every time I take a step, I get a buckled knee.

As a homeless person, I am learning a lot.

So much is stuff I should've already been taught.

If you are out and about,

don't forget to lend a smile.

You never know if it's been needed for a while.

Please refrain from assuming how one ended up on the streets.

It can happen to anyone who has a heart that beats.