Alone On The Corner

Tattered and torn are my clothes

Unshaven and unclean

Weathered and faded is the sign that I carry

But to many I remain unseen


My only remaining friends

Are the voices in my head

Distorting my concept of reality

Sometimes I wish I were dead



Standing on the corner 

Self-worth shattered and broken

Heads turn away in disgust

Their voice of inhumanity

To themselves already spoken


Transient, beggar,

Homeless and troll

Just a few names I’ve been given

In truth

I’m just another of humanities


forgotten lost souls.

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