I'm not a man anymore im a "ick"

 In shadows cast by daylight's scorn,I sit alone, my heart forlorn.The world outside, it moves so fast,While I remain, a shadow cast.

My hands, once strong, now idle lie,No purpose, worth, beneath the sky.The 'ick' they call it, this disdain,For one whose life is not the same.

Disabled, labeled, set aside,A man no more, my soul denied.Unemployment's heavy chain,Drags me down, in silent pain.

I hear the whispers, feel the stares,Of those who pass, unburdened, free.Less of a man, with empty hands,My worth is measured by their sands.

The clock ticks on, a cruel jest,Each second mocks my idle rest.What use is strength that cannot work?What pride, when pride is but a quirk?

In dreams, I am what I once was,But morning light brings back the buzzOf silence, where my deeds should be,Instead, there's just this void, this 'me'.

So here I sit, with head bowed low,The 'ick' of worthlessness does grow.A man reduced to what he's not,In this harsh world, my lot is fraught.

No accolades, no labor's pride,Just echoes of what's left inside.A shell of what society deems,A man, now less, in broken dreams..