A Hidden Cost
I fled to the city scared and unsure,
with no money, no prospects of a job.
And swept up by the rising human tide,
I proved myself foolish and immature.
I felt homesick, and looking for a cure,
I threw myself into big city life.
But finding friends was not an easy task:
my trust in folks was often premature.
The neon lights flaunt fantasy's allure:
yet, reality soon burst that bubble.
There's a price for being young and naïve;
a hidden cost: that all youth must endure.
Eating whatever food I could procure:
Necessity taught me to beg and steal
by convincing me: my motives were pure.
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