A dead skin cell

Because of my shell 
A dead skin cell
you choose to see 
What dies steadily 
Instead of my complexity 
Inside me 
I'm alive mentally 
Just like you 
But all you see
Is a dead part of me 
That you despise and grieve
And hate instantly
Missing Inside me 
Depth and intensity 
Empathy plus integrity 
An endless complexity 
Unlike my shell 
A dead skin cell  
 
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I read somewhere that the

I read somewhere that the dust that accumulates in the home is largely composed of dead skin cells.