There was a homeless girl pacing back and forth in front of Starbucks tonight. Talking to herself. Dancing to some music only she could hear. I had to write about it though I doubt the writing itself is very good. We don’t do enough - as a country or individuals - for the homeless or mentally ill here. It says a lot about the people we’ve become…
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Yes, she’s talking to herself
Yes, she’s dancing to her own music
Or whatever demons have taken over her mind
To us, she’s just a ‘crazy’ person to avoid
As we walk down the street
To our less than important destinations
In our less than important lives
Too busy to care about anyone but ourselves
Her mind has been taken from her
Without that
No one really exists
You don’t know what happened
I don’t know what happened
But we ridicule anyway
No matter the consequence
She’s just a crazy person, remember
She’s nobody to us
Dancing to her own beat
Conversing with her own figments
Real or imagined
Her mind snapped
Weight of the world?
Chemically?
Diseased, rotted?
We don’t know what happened
Nobody cares
Their lives consumed and filled by everything but compassion
For those less fortunate
For those afflicted
For anyone outside their bubble
Yes, she’s talking to herself
And nobody is listening
