[ CW ] No repeated words , poem on poverty ( Difficult )

They feel sorry for me, those passers-by. 
 Not even looking past my eyes. 
 I can see the guilt in their form, 
 but it's buried like a worm. 
 
 Though there's pity peeking through 
 None act on it, never do. 
 If looks such as these were worth something 
 Then life would n't be nothing. 
 
 Worst yet, complaints come, 
 I've been poor sightseeing for some. 
 Asked to move down alley way, 
 Hoping, holding hurtfully onto another day. 
 
 Do n't know why this matters 
 Every morning makes living sadder. 
 Blending into scenes eventually, 
 Becoming invisible unintentionally. 
 
 Poor, yes. We're poverty. 
 Shit roaming streets unlike thee. 
 Ca n't stare into our soul 
'Cause you'll finally know... 
 
 Truth haunts such sad, soiled words. 
 Lies make up your young, youthful slurs. 
 
 Definitely not easy, but it was fun. Let me know if I reused words, it's hard to keep track of them all.
