My brain is polluted, and my mouth is full of unclean words. I wander worthlessly through the day like the living dead, staring stupidly at nothing in particular. I have done absolutely nothing noteworthy in my life. I have only discarded others like rags, and humiliated myself with my bitter, negative attitude, and shameless morals. I am human filth. I have no goals to work up to, nowhere to go. No one wants me near them. I stink of the streets and I appear shamefully androgynous. I am wasted time in a human form.
These are the things they whisper to me when I sleep at night. These are the words that have crafted my hard shell. Like a knife cutting through my soul, they slither into my thoughts, and tell me that I am alone. I am worth nothing.