Who is this unformed, mass of flesh and bone? Who is this over-worn, figure of glass rather than stone? Where does this worthless animal still roam? Can't be far because it has no where to call home.
Can it even understand what I ask in tone? Can it provide a simple answer or just moan? Is it even living a life worth writing home? Must not even have a place to rest its bones.
Does it take any issue with what people have done? Does it make any effort to fix the fact that it's being shunned? Does it work to alleviate the guilt it feels or at least run? Take this thing away from my sight, let it burn in the sun.