Being an orphan.

Since I'm up for money , I have less time to play and see my friends. It is harder for me to make my voice heard or to make decisions over my own life. My ideas are often treated with less respect. People always talk to me with a bick beckiring voice. Rages are my clothes , children at school gather around me booing and laughing at me . Which is the reason why I concentrate less in class. I go in the streets bugging for food, Imagine kneeling down for just a peace of bread. People they just pass me by as I loose hope in my life. I go one place to another searching for accomodation. People don't really understand me because of my secret struggle. The day my parents passed away, it was the last day to smile with my relatives. The thought of losing my parents it was more than death itself. I have bad relationship with myself and it is poisoning everything in my life. I have become a joke in everyone's eyes. Many people are making my life on earth hell. If I can get hands of time , I would return my parents from their windowless homes. All my dreams , my hopes has gone to ashes . My day begin with tears, I do everything right but nothing seems working. I tried to put one step forward two merely back.