monologue

I am one of those people that you forget,
it may not seem like it at first but you look through me you look past me
I am not your problem
I must be a drug addict or someone lazy
because I can't find a job in this economy
it never occurs to you that I might just be someone without a hand of cards,
your deck is filled with possibilities
and you have parents that pay for your education and the bed you sleep on,
I might as well have been orphaned.
I am the forgotten, everyone is blind to me.
it's not your problem.
You don't have to deal with it,
you'll walk past me without even speaking.
Your hand full of aces and queens, while mine remains empty.
I am a shadow on the wall unnoticed,
cornered in the alleys with no where to go,
sleeping on pavement, blankets made of bitter cold.
You wouldn't think so looking at me.
It's not your fault my life sucks,
so then it must not be your problem.