Homeless

My tears slowly fall, as if on cue, one by one.
I squeeze my eyes shut, a subtle attempt to stop the this emotion.
Did I not make myself clear? I have nothing more to say.

Please leave me alone now. Walk away.
I have everything I need, with me, in this bag, and on my feet. My clothes will be my shelter,
I am complete. I will NOT bite the hand that feeds me. Those were not my true intentions.
I am less than a man. I am homeless.