The one they point at
He is the pariah.
When a head looks towards him
he looks down.
His paranoia escalates
his confidence decimated.
One by one, the people desert him
this only makes hims scared
Locked in a cube of boredom
he thinks sadistic thoughts.
The public eye he fears
people are cruel, vicious animals.
Watching from his window
the grass grows, the wind blows.
He ponders to the end of oblivion
wondering if living is meaningful.
He wants the answers
but is to shy to ask the questions.
What will I do
I will live. Live, live, live.
He is the pariah.
When a head looks towards him
he looks down.
His paranoia escalates
his confidence decimated.
One by one, the people desert him
this only makes hims scared
Locked in a cube of boredom
he thinks sadistic thoughts.
The public eye he fears
people are cruel, vicious animals.
Watching from his window
the grass grows, the wind blows.
He ponders to the end of oblivion
wondering if living is meaningful.
He wants the answers
but is to shy to ask the questions.
What will I do
I will live. Live, live, live.