self perception
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They call me "Homeless" but don't care to ask my name.I prefer "Street Dweller" 'cause the streets are my home.
Eyes cold, glassy
Body stiff, unmoving
I'm perfect.
Body in position. Sit still!
Face rosy, smile painted on
Any other emotion obliterated, gone.
Smile. SMILE! Don't let them see,
The flurry of frozen fractals
Shatteered remains of my subconscious
Such a buoyant, bright element
Holds so much regret, pain
Drifting down,
Falling to the ground.
My mind piece by piece,
