I am a lowlife

living in the streets alone by myself

I do this because no one will touch me like I’m the plague

because I am

I am an untouchable man

Untouchable is a strong word but thats who I am

I get nasty looks

but what does it mean to be nasty?

They roll their eyes, strut their stuff, and whisper to their friend about how lowly I really am

They act like I was born this way, like I chose this life

They don’t know me and they don’t care

After all, I am lowly, so who would love me.

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