On the outside

I was looking through some of my saved files today and found this, and several other, poems I wrote several years ago. I wasn't going to post it because it's not how I feel now, but it was how I felt and it comes from the heart so here it is.

Every day 

In any old doorway

I sit alone 

Invisible to you.

You focus ahead 

Caught up in your day

Trying not to look 

You don't try to see me.

I bet you think

It couldn't happen to you

You would cope

With all that life throws.

I thought that

When I was where you are

Yet here I am now

It happened to me!

So quickly

From job and house

It turned into

Nothing! Nothing!

No home

No work

No love

No life.

On the outside

Of society

On the outside

Literally!