Me.

My life scripted.
My thought process encrypted.
My ambience mysterious.
My appearance curious.
At me humans stare.
My body unclothed yes it is nakedly bare.
At me people point.
In my mouth an overloaded smoking joint.
My eyes empty.
My loneliness plenty.
At me cold wind always blows.
On me cold snow always snows.
My head high in the clouds.
Don't like overcrowding crowds.
Yes my life is scripted.
Yes my thought process is encrypted.