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 inner voice of inhumanity
to themselves already spoken!

Not knowing my disposition,
If I’m just down on my luck
Or maybe I’m mentally ill?
“Do they even give a fuck”!
 
Transient, beggar
Homeless and troll
Just a few names I’ve been given
In truth
I’m just another of humanity’s
Forgotten lost souls…