One Simple Friend.
________________
The snickers feel like razorblades upon his skin,..
cutting past all inner defenses...
stripping away the layers of ego, until his heart
seems painfully thin.
He makes his face a stone,..biting back retorts
that would serve only as fuel upon the fire;
and then moves to another table to be alone.
(thoughts swimming with vengeful desire.)
Rage and desperation are a terrible mix,..
two rabid dogs tied together in a fight to
the death.
While He is The Executioner,...
with a gun for a crucifix.
(and the world shall burn
till nothings left.)
Freak!...Geek!...Nerd!...
A daily mantra of hateful
words.
Slaps to the head...
and trips in the hallways;
with never a smile seen...,
or compliment heard.
_____________
"it's Me or them." he cries.
"me or them!" ..(he repeats
with a laugh.)
Perhaps One Simple Friend
could have prevent the Blasts?
__________________
2
Monster!...Animal...Fiend!
A new mantra of labels to describe
this Being.
A cell in isolation,...with
long nights spent scratching
blank faces on concrete walls;..
and hateful looks of silent
accusation.
(as wails of prisoners echo
down the hall.)
Perhaps One simple Friend
could have prevented his fall?
__________________
Who is the Monster here?
The geeky, nerdy freak who had
the goodness beaten out of him?
a sad, quiet kid who wanted
more than anything just to fit in!!
(Perhaps his World would not
have burned, if One Simple Friend
had listened.)
J.Stephen.H
.
________________
The snickers feel like razorblades upon his skin,..
cutting past all inner defenses...
stripping away the layers of ego, until his heart
seems painfully thin.
He makes his face a stone,..biting back retorts
that would serve only as fuel upon the fire;
and then moves to another table to be alone.
(thoughts swimming with vengeful desire.)
Rage and desperation are a terrible mix,..
two rabid dogs tied together in a fight to
the death.
While He is The Executioner,...
with a gun for a crucifix.
(and the world shall burn
till nothings left.)
Freak!...Geek!...Nerd!...
A daily mantra of hateful
words.
Slaps to the head...
and trips in the hallways;
with never a smile seen...,
or compliment heard.
_____________
"it's Me or them." he cries.
"me or them!" ..(he repeats
with a laugh.)
Perhaps One Simple Friend
could have prevent the Blasts?
__________________
2
Monster!...Animal...Fiend!
A new mantra of labels to describe
this Being.
A cell in isolation,...with
long nights spent scratching
blank faces on concrete walls;..
and hateful looks of silent
accusation.
(as wails of prisoners echo
down the hall.)
Perhaps One simple Friend
could have prevented his fall?
__________________
Who is the Monster here?
The geeky, nerdy freak who had
the goodness beaten out of him?
a sad, quiet kid who wanted
more than anything just to fit in!!
(Perhaps his World would not
have burned, if One Simple Friend
had listened.)
J.Stephen.H
.
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