A VICTIM TOO?

A VICTIM TOO ?


The darkened room awaits him
As another day escapes
Reality shows it's ugly face
And all things that he hates:
Rich kids vain and pretty
Girls who walk past him
Snickering and pointing
Tell me, who's the victim?

The doctor's thought him crazy
As pills they prescribed
And class resumed as usual
But inside he cried:
No-one was there to listen
And his screams went unheard
Until the final day he lived
Their "whipping boy;" a "nerd".

All alone he carried out
The plans he'd set in place
The mirror told the story
He saw Satan in his face;
So much to do, so little time
Who to kill and when?
Society would now accept
His being and his sin.

What were his final thoughts?
And who could he have called?
He'd tried God and Doctors
They were both appalled;
A hug may have done it
A simple "How are you?"
But he alone lived in his skin
And he didn't have a clue.

His name wasn't well known
And his face not recognized
He never had a girlfriend
She'd just criticize;
He often sat all alone
In his room so dark
And gave himself a new name
Call me "question mark."

While others found joy and love
He watched them from aways
And knew not how to find the same
In all his nights and days;
He did not even have someone
That he could call a friend
So he just wrote to NBC
And signed it with "The end."