There once was a man who could speak Only in whispers, only in murmurs He stuttered his way through his broken life Hoping that someone would help him home.
People stop and stare But most just pass him by He cannot break out of this bubble Of invisibility, of shadiness
All he wants is acceptance The love of another To escape this hermit lifestyle. He has not chosen this for himself.
He simply yearns for a companion With whom he can exchange hushed compliments. A lover to be his stronghold Whom he can call his own
But he has none of that Will he ever be loved? He cannot imagine this as a possibility And still, he is ridiculed for being different. Has he finally had enough?
His mask begins to disintegrate And his body is weary and irreparable What ever shall he do? He steps out of his shell as he fades into the night No one stops him No one cares.
His funeral is well-attended. Friends of friends The bullies that beat him into the Earth They dug his grave for him. The passersby, remember them? The ones who did not even stop To express any concern for our lonely protagonist.
They all say "He was grand, his smile was beautiful. He will be missed." But will you miss him?
They express their condolences to the family You never honored him in life Why would you honor him in death? Is this your way of paying your disrespects?
I hope you remember him. I hope he haunts you. I hope he sticks in your mind As the man that you let die.