I pass her at least three times each week.
Lately I try to avoid her.
I’m just tired of hearing the same story each time.
I have my doubts, but I don’t know for sure.
What I know is what I see.
I used to feel bad for her, now I’m apathetic.
I want to help, honestly I do.
But she’s unlike any homeless person I’ve ever met.
I wonder if she knows.