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.