Something Immortal

Antisocial

Quietly walking through the halls
his head is down, earbuds in
not talking at all.
Only ones that talk to him
are his teachers.
Asking if he's doing alright
they should be preachers.

Sitting in the back of the class
not really caring that much.
It's like he's in his own little box of glass.
No one hears him
when he says the right answers
it's like they'd rather fight in wars
than notice him.

Not a single friend to talk to
about how his family's all through
with his so called "shit"
they really like to throw a fit
about his grades
but never bother helping him out.
If he makes the smallest mistake
they all scream and shout
until he hides in his room
crying, asking someone to heal
his dying heart from all hate.

Back at school again he goes
away from his awful home.
But is it any better here?
he asks himself not exactly
knowing what he wanted to hear
coming from his own self.
His own mind is begging
for someone else to notice
his pain.

The way he wants to be able to do things
for his own personal gain.
He knows it's selfish,
but he wants a real friendship.
Instead of someone using him
for comfort but never receiving
any back for it.

He's sick of hearing about parties
he wasn't invited to
but what does this antisocial boy do?
He hides away from all of society
knowing he's sure as hell
a lot better without relying on
the world any longer.

So please...
could you just let his poor
broken soul wander...