Humiliation and exile. A crowd of people chase a sad person
Hellos and greetings go ignored
Your very existence abhorred
Your smiles met with gritted teeth
As they skillfully keep you underneath
Your humanity they deny
Your life they decry
Your success they envy
Their lives must be so empty
Caught up in wolf-pack mentality
And collective distortion of reality
You feel their derangement
It traps you in estrangement
Their hatred, apathy, and scorn
Pierces you like a thousand thorns
At the sight of you they bristle
Their vibes poke you like a thistle
They all want you dead
Their presence fills you with dread
They see you as a threat
But don’t you dare fret
For not much longer you will face
You will leave that dreadful place
You will go to a different place
Where you’ll preserve your face
In your new environment you’ll blend
And make many a true friend
Your planned escape will right this wrong
So, hold on, it won’t be too long
