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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