Running through this dirty little town
Drawn toward dark alleyways

I'm a scavenger in this world
just trying to fill in this empty hole that I have.

I promise and I swear theses water stains aren't tears. These caked on streams do not represent fear nor tears.

Rummaging for food, a pathway behind me of tilted trashcans and picked through commercial dumpsters.

Something is not right, as I feel a presence lurking in the foggy shadows. There's that feeling in my stomach, and no, not the good kind. The kind where you know you are in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I look in the distance. Squinting my eyes vaguely to see through the thick mass of clouded air. Then I see him. Walking towards my direction. Something in hand.

Many thoughts jetting through my tiny head at once. Then it hits me, he does not want to play. I am the prey and he is they predator. A powerful lion about to attack an already wounded gazelle.

I can't run for I am just young. I scurry back against the wall where the dark creeps even darker. Maybe he won't see me.

Maybe turned to no. I'm pulled from the dark in which I tried to be invisible in.

I forced to stand up. My knees are kicked in, my face slapped over and over until I can taste the warm sweet blood trickling to my mouth from my nose. I guess he didn't like when I screamed. One more final blow, then I am gone.

And here, I am useless. I'm nothing more than a stranger in my own skin and my time is wearing thin.

I open my eyes, the rain is strong and coming down hard.

Where am I ?

Why does my body hurt?

I see a shattered mirror. I struggle to reach my hand out for a piece of the glass.

Alleyways and rainy days, I hear the rats scattering all around me. I guess they were scavenging too.

I'm scared.
But, I remember now.

My body is not mine anymore.
Alleyways are not the same anymore.

I'm still a stranded lost mind stuck in a body that will never be mine.