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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.