The Boy Who Cried Wolf

I knew of a boy who cried wolf He was once a bright soul Shattered by something he saw That day He screamed in terror as we just watched His cries echoed by the utter silence and oblivion surrounding him At first we were quiet, then we laughed But we didn't like him much So we ate into him if we got agitated Took our anger out on him if we wanted After all, to us All he could do was cry So the story goes With no remains to bury For the troublesome boy That always seemed to be haunted By the wolf inside each and every one of us We didn't deserve him