I Am a Pitbull

I am a pitbull. Why am I here? They call this a shelter, But it is hell in here. I came from a loving home, And children who played with me. Never once did I growl, When they pulled my ears and hurt me. They call this a shelter, Dogs bark night and day. We live in our own filth, Hoping to be taken away. My family saw a story, About pitbulls who hurt someone. But, I am a sweet dog, Who never hurt anyone. In this madhouse shelter, There are mean dogs who bark and bite. I wonder what people did to them, To make them want to fight. My family was nice, My children all cried. But, I was brought here, Even though I tried. I see people walk by, I wag my tail all alone. I have sweet eyes, But no one will take me home. I am a pitbull. I cannot cry. I was taken to the shelter. Why must I die?