I walk through the world with my head held down and an look of shame on my face as i walk on the cool sidewalk in the rain listening to the drops hit the ground with an thud. In your eyes I'm viewed as helpless  or better yet homeless,dirty, lazy. I get passed on the sidewalks look down on in subways because I'm just trying to find some place warm to hide my shame. All i want is a dollar that maybe I can get some food or something to drink; imagine if you were in my postion. Your stomach growls with a fierce furious hunger you give off a smell of a dead animal you try to ask for help but no one wants to help they ask why can't they just help themselves. If i could help myself I would not be dropping my pride as i ask just for maybe five cents that can make out an dollar for an sandwich. I walk around with my head down and a look of shame on my face but i know that one day I will get out of this I will not be called a waif...i will not be helpless