The people who walked past.

There was a day I stood at the highway watching the cars go by. I walked against the cars as they drove the wind in my face. I got tired and I sat on a bridge with my legs hanging off the edge. The people who walked past - they stare at me with contempt. I hid my face with my hair and I bit on my lips. I got off the bridge and I walked some more. I walked past the malls with my ragged clothes and my two bare feet dragged on the streets. The people who walked past - they stare at me with distaste. I lowered my head and I quicken my steps. The skies darkened, I was tired so I sat where no one could see. I closed my eyes and I fell asleep. I woke and you walked past - you stared at me with curiosity. I raised my head to see a little clearer and you came a little closer. I spoke but there were no words. You reached out your hand and then I took it.