I am a child, lost in a strange and frightening world,
A refugee in a time of trouble.
I gaze upon the faces in a hostile crowd:
An orphan, whose home is a pile of rubble.
See me!
I am the victim of habitual abuse, crying for help
Though there's no-one to hear.
I cry myself to sleep each night
But can find no help or solace here.
Hear me!
I am the invisible person, unnoticed, unloved
Never showing the pain inside
Of having no-one there to come home to.
You'll never know the tears I've cried.
Touch me!
I am a broken spirit, forged by an unforgiving life.
Living in squalor, foraging for food,
Begging on the streets for coins,
Dependant on strangers in a giving mood.
Pity me!
Dawn Ferrett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-therefore-i-feel/
