He cut his hair on a Thursday
thinking it would change the world,
sadly the world remains the same
now it's even more cruel.
All the ones who said they love him
now shun him away with disgust
of this bald figure
or rather he thinks
a bold heart
that plays the part
na; pays a price.
Now tears gather in his eyes
sparkle before trickle
He comes to the realisation
"Big men don't cry"
Wipes them away with moistened hands,
fastening a mask with strong eyes
He needs to appear strong to the eye
while melancholy resides inside.
He journey's to school by bus
and for a brief moment his chest calms,
his mind blacks.
He doesn't think,
lost in lyric,
doesn't have to face his tears;
peace until ride end
then he's faced with school once again.
At school he avoids his friends
and heads straight for class,
sits, plugs his head phones in
Again he's lost in the beat of the music
and he waits.
17 songs late class begins.
He has already ensured his seat in the back.
He doesn't like to be the center of attention
or the leading man in front.
He prefers to slouch;
challenging his teachers to a game of hide and seek
He heads up
but keeps his head down.
His next class is biology.
He's forced to sit close.
He avoids the regular
and sits on the left.
He hopes this group
doesn't recognise him
since he cuts his hair to be left alone.
He can take no more,
lunch is his fall-back
It's thursday manga is released tomorrow
he sneaks away with the crowd
6 feet 2 he is spotted
Friends approach they say nothing
just snickers and sly remarks,
he turns give them back and strolls