Confused & Jaded; Uprooted & Faded

I randomly started writing poems on the bus one day.

Isn't anyone interested?
In who I am?
Where I should be?
What brought me to this street corner
With nowhere to go; with no one to turn?
You see me here every day
Sitting in the same old way.
Confused and jaded.
Uprooted and faded.
It started two years, five months, twenty-four days.
He told me to get out of his face;
Move out of his place.
We were living together for four months.
Confused and jaded.
Uprooted and faded.
I did what he asked with no complaints, regrets, or fears.
With nowhere to go, no one to turn,
I took to the streets.
Looking for someone to love,
Someone to love me back.
The men, who I found and those who found me, were pigs.
Do this, do that, they screamed at me amongst foul words of hate and disgust.
Who was I to them but a poor girl with nowhere to go no one to turn?
In their eyes I could be used and abused however and whenever they saw fit.