He'll either be neglected

or utterly disrespected

left alone to face the situation that's erected.

hexed and vexed he's left here hope's already left him

yet they still attack him until his final breath is

released from his lifeless corpse

they all look and laugh as if they have no humanity or feelings of remorse.

he was different from the rest and

for that he is detested

he's just trying to live, not trying to match the rest at

anything at all, for to be on the top

is to wait up there anticipating the time he'll be knocked

down from that spot.

He knows that the higher he gets, the further the fall

no one will try to catch him at all

though he knows if he would just sprout his wings he could stall

in mid air then soar but he'll just be enthralled

by the forces that are working against him.

They'll just hold him down, find his wings, take those feathers and clip them.

they want to admit him

into a place where he will fail

so much that each time he replies with a sigh that implies an "oh well"

and he'll have no choice but to accept this version of hell

on earth. No one to help him, who can he tell?

The worst is how he wonders why

everything gets harder for him the harder he tries.

Could it really be best for him just to accept it?

Would it be okay to stay, put up with the way life is instead of trying to correct it?

His fears and pain are so deep, though he shows his intrepid

eyes to world and hides the tears that collected.

"You know what? Forget this."

He wants to just quit this

uphill battle for the right to live through this shit. His

spirit was broken long before they knew it,

so if they wanted him dead and gone, why don't they just do it?

            Why don't they stain their hands

 with the blood of this man

who won't even put up a fight

for his own feeble insignificant life.

He's sick of the strife

"end it" he says "I'll even provide the knife."

Those are the last words revealed before his psyche is hit

in order to escape this hell he's becoming autistic

in his own mind this

world doesn't exist. Shit,

within the confines of his mind lies a world of peace, love, and bliss.

So now his body sits inside a room,

he's in a vegetative state, but this doesn't spell doom

for him. He's still alive, somewhere in his head.

In his own world where all those who ever crossed him are dead

or just plain don't exist.

That's right you guessed it.

The world in head is

where he's reigns supreme and is exacting his vengeance.

So with the confines

of his mind,

he becomes that which he hated most in this place and time.