Isn't it Beautiful?

I believe you dropped something- I saw it fall,
Out of your pocket at least a block ago...
I didn't say anything, 
I just watched,
As you walked quickly past,
The coffee shop on the corner.
No distractions from being ever-present,
Like the bubbles you pop in your own
Evanescence,
And for a moment, it seemed that your eyes
Were set on me

What a horrible feeling it was,
To realize hat you were staring,
Dead ahead,
At the diamonds that I'd tossed,
To the doves not seconds before,
And at the lipstick-red marks ,
On my neck,
And the chains,
Around my raw wrists,
And the tattered clothing that encased me,
Like a sarcophagus.
Impressed?
Maybe if I fall deep enough this time, 
Into self-disillusionment, 
If I outstretch my hand in silence,
Maybe this time you really will see,
Past the bugs in my matted hair,
And the open wounds in my wrinkled flesh,
And my wooden teeth guarding a foul breath,
Maybe this time you'd see what I have to offer,
But... it's been so long since I've prospered,
Not even my memories speak to me,
Of my potential.
Your focus is lost, and fixated again
At your objectives, which reside
Far, far away from where I began,
And,
Isn't it beautiful,
To watch you walk by me, 
Briskly,
Towards the rest of your life?
As I scurry,
Past the aromas of fresh caffeine,
To pick up the scraps,
Of your heart...