This wasn't supposed to Happen

   This wasn't suppossed to happen,

this is not how I thought it would be.

I'd pictured a life careless and free,

a happy human being.

Surviving among the streets,

ambling were I please.

   This wasn't suppossed to happen,

I am beaten, mugged, and slugged.

The cops see me as a rug.

The people gaze in disgust,

while others avoid due to distrust.

Amity! I have yet to be loved.

   This wasn't suppossed to happen.

I thought I could continue,

just live my life anew,

lifes pressures all askew.

So that I could choose what to do.

   This has happened.

I have reached my breaking point.

Aches and pains all in my joints,

living on nothing but small coin.

I revert to life, a life that dissapoints

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