Time: After erasing everyone’s memories of her
Place: In the garden
My parents look at me as if I was an abandoned orphan,
They don’t remember me,
But now more thoughts came,
Where will I sleep?
Where will I live?
I heard that there was a homeless shelter,
That was paid by the wealthier,
I am still a student at the school,
And since I’m under sixteen, that’s the rule,
No one waves to me when I pass by,
And those who do pass me with a simple hi,
As I wave back them,
I hold my stone and erase my encounter with them,
I am free to go,
But I’m still hanging over the edge