Found Poem

I was reading Yelp reviews for 2 star motels and noticed they have their own strange poetry - and decided to try to write a found poem based on the reviews I read for a hotel in Hollywood. 

I am a woman alone.
Broken,
With jagged foundation.
Your worst nightmare.
But in reality,
I'm a multitude of colours,
Stars, and
Filthy glamour.
Nobody knows I am
Unguarded,
Easy to enter by anybody -
A low-hanging tree.

People come and go all night
And all day;
Careless people -
They never stay.
They just want your money:
Thieves,
Nocturnal druglords,
Parents,
Transvestites on Saturday nights,
Kids doing drugs.
Even the highlighted backs of shuffling cockroaches
Stay Away.

I ran out in
The wee hours of the morning,
With absolute apathy and desertion
In the cheapest silk
You could buy.
My feet were black.
It seemed like not existing.
I decided to just head back home
To an unmade bed,
And sheets filled with dust.

I am a woman alone
And I would like to save some unsuspecting souls
From any grief...
Reality?
This place is a joke.
Just stay away -
And pretend this place
Never materialized
In your sphere of consciousness.
In broken pieces,
I am surprised I made it out alive.