Alone

all I want is a friend someone to hold out a hand someone to listen when I speak this is all I really need but I walk alone with no help with no voice but mine this is how I spend my life they all tell me how to live how to dress how to hold my head this is how I should be but no one shows me how to live no one gives me clothes to wear no ones even around to see my face this is why I can't be who they want me to be so I still trace the streets just me alone ( this is a character poem about a man named Ben who has severe mental heath problems)