.The Kid in the Back.

The kid in the back

By: Marie Castiano

His Eccentricity was always so special,

And viewed from a point so extra terrestrial,

Rarely ever recognized or maybe just feared.

Concerned with being accepted,

maintained himself in the rear.

Here and there some gossip was spread,

But left in corners

As to not awaken the dead.

Young man,

was a starving man,

But no one ever knew,

Some say he carried it all in his shadow,

So no one had a clue.

Hard headed,

Tough looking,

Had a G status to him,

But silence were the only words

that were fed to them.

Every chance he got,

he would start fading away,

No one ever listened to him,

never cared what he had to say.

They

Called this man,

“the quiet one”

But they could never

hear,

Him screaming…

at the top of his lungs…

Without anyone ever replying more than once.

To him in his mind

they all were ants in a line,

bugs he could crush,

He slowly, created a vortex

Of which he could only enter,

And soon everyone realized,

he would not reveal his intentions.

How could any of those materialistic people ever know,

That the kid in the back was slowly losing his glow.

Soon

He would show how he lost the meaning to his flow.

the passion he had once of wanting to explode.

Some were left in shock, from what happened to him next,

What he did to himself, left them without words to eject

Silent tears created by those who never knew him,

And to those who knew him,

remained strictly reclusive.

So next time, y

ou see that one guy,

Who walks and runs at the same time,

Dont be shy,

To give that man a try,

What is it really worth to you to stop and say hi,

To maybe pay attention…

And hear that man cry,

Hear that man weep,

Hear that man laugh,

smile,

and reveal what remains so deep.

I’ll Tell you this,

after that last one,

I never will ignore,

Another quiet creative soul like me,

Wanting the chance to release,

the air inhaled within so deep.