Individuals And Everyone

Individuals And Everyone - 14.3.2013

Twiddling thumbs, he is shy. Appearing
Disinterested, he stands at the side.
The clique comes, loud, shouting. They corner him
They chat, they laugh, and one extends a hand.
He takes it, smiles. Unsure, though, of his peers.

A new face, another entertainment.
Dance for the people, sing for all your friends
Loudly! Proudly! Break out of your shell, boy!
Drop the shabby jacket! Constrict your legs
With the latest fashions, tighter clothing!

Gain something new with hardly any cost.
So he believes, that he was nothing at
All. Just an individual in an
Ocean of individuals. But now
He has his friends. He is now someone.

But when they muck around and screw things up
Hooligans, misguided ideas of cool
He follows, he listens, he doesn't know
That they were kidding, merely joking when
They asked him to commit a crime. He did.

Does it matter what he did exactly?
Or if he's even a he and not she?
No. Succumb though, to juvenile notions
Of having a good time, of having friends.
And now he is guilty, and they shall leave.

Behind bars, be they steel or mental rot
He slumps, defeated. Or perhaps fury
To seek revenge. But it matters not how
He feels. Rather, its that he is alone
Without friends. Alone in an empty room.