Nothing

Nobody waits for you,
a nobody waits to meet you
on the side of the street
showing her meat
waiting to meet a nobody
so she can fulfill her daily paycheck of satisfaction.

Pushing down the memories of a confused childhood
she wears a hood of shame
a hood that she would remove if she could
but confronting the past would be too much to bear
So it remains.

Legs on display
but we've been taught that it's okay
to abandon selfworth
and when we say hope or respect
it takes on an entirely new conrtext
when you've learned to expect something unreasonable

The next best option to take is to blame
and hide your shame
with an emotional cloak.

You will take her
and you will use her
and you will make her
more confused than ever
when you throw her
to The gutter.

Never knowing communication
one nobody and another nobody
tip the bucket over
it spills
paint drips from the street to the drains
and from the drains to the sea