"Be sure to keep clear." It’s whispered around him,
like somehow the sound would kill if it found him.
Somewhere deep down he’s got a story for his peer group,
a little light left to help the real friends steer through.
He’s not a maze but there’s a curve in his road,
a quick twist to his path and he can’t wait til it’s shown.
He knows he’s no different from the average kid around the way,
but he pretends he is to give his white a little gray.
He covets the color that corners all his victim friends,
he’s too boring on his own and can’t fit within.
He makes a habit out of undermining sadness,
and striking back with lies ten times as tragic.
They all caught on, but they’ll never let him hear.
A liar turned a pariah, “be sure to keep clear.”