Strays, at least people will pity.
as least kids would find them cute.
as least children woudl stop to tease.
But I,
passers only glance with contempt.
But me,
who would even show some sympathy?


A/N: But despair, agony, sorrow, grief and angst... They can't just go away... Like happy memories, they come to visit you... Haunt you... Hurt you...