We Don’t Know Each Other


Money, a job, a car is what they say I need to have in order to survive
Then I need a house and a family in order to thrive
But when I drive around my little town I see
People who suffer in different ways than me
In place of my pressure to perform
No house, no food, no clothes is the norm
When I complain of being tired and working through the night
In order to get through the night others often have to fight
Being surrounded by parents who push and control
Is different I suppose to them hurting you and each time taking part of yor soul
We’ll never know what the other person goes through
When the public facade is over what do they really do?
No one has is easy and that’s so true
It seems that you’ll never truly know me nor I you

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About tjmcfee

Freelance writer. Activist on homeless issues. 48 years old. I write about subjects that need to be examined closely and thoughtfully. The idea for Brain Sections came from reading a book about abandoned asylums. I wanted to set a suspense story in that setting. The inclusion of crazed scientists turning homeless people into zombies is what makes the story unique. View all posts by tjmcfee

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