Alien Boy

Everyone at school were assholes to him,

in a general sense.

The worst were the

meathead jock types.

The pricks who'd 

call him a FUCKING FREAK

  and then copy his chemistry homework.

 

His house appeared to be perfect,

but was a cesspool of emotional violence, and he,

he detached, he wouldn't even shower,

because he couldn't cope with the alienation.

His baby sister must have suffered too,

because they watched her body waste away.

 

Sometimes thepopular girls would torture him,

and make embarrassing inquiries.

It'd make his stomach drop.

Just like when he found some pictures 

of little kids in bathing suits

on his dad's cellphone last week.

dropping dropping dropping

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