Steadying myself was the ultimate goal. My life has been a struggle since the brimming. I have always been the one left behind and I was always broken hearted at the end of the day.

I try so hard to become the person who I would like to be. I look less than decent so getting a job is difficult. I had put in applications at various places looking for a break, but all I got was rejection. Everything is falling through. My life is a mess.

The sky darkens as I make it back to where I stay. I turn the corner behind the Mexican restaurant and lay in my makeshift shelter. As my head nods to the side I begin to get whirled inside my thoughts.
I planned that my leaving my old life would bring new beginnings by it took me out of one bad situation and threw me into another. Why do I always inflict pain on myself? Why can't I just keep myself grounded and steady?

My eyes fluttered as the sun shone on my face. The morning had dawned and it was another day to bring myself happiness. I sit beneath the part of box above my head. I too if the box is the taro that I had forgotten to pull down last night.
People walked by to my right and left. I could smell food being prepared in the restaurant. I had applied for a job here, but I was turned down because I don't meet the requirements. It seems like I am not wanted everywhere I go.