The Unknown

I am siting here in the cold with snot dripping from my noes. I have not a home....I am along No one wants me around they step on me like the ground but if I should fall and brake what a fall they would take There is so much hate and so little to appreciate You may not know what I mean but when I tell you what I've seen you will know of the unclean the mean, the things unseen and the unknown like the crust between your toes. So here I leave you with these words and they are ones you have never heard and these words only I know..but for you they are a story untold.