I Am Still Someone

Standing in a line and waiting to be checked in, how did my life take a wrong turn, I don't even know where to begin. But, I say to myself that I am still someone. Visitors coming in, judging from first sight, not concerned about where you're coming from. They say you should be glad that you have somewhere to sleep at night. Waiting to get some food, being served on a tray, it is tough being in here, but don't have anywhere else to stay. Where are your loved ones, doesn't anybody care? What happened to the ones that were supossed to be there? But, I say to myself that I am still someone, so don't look down at me, am I too old to want a caring family?