Bad Day

He sits dead-still

his pale arms standing erect

like an alert soldier

cradling a heavy head


He hears them like ever present ghosts

whispering

making jokes and mocking him

And he wonders what it is

that made them haunt him


Not unattractive or unintelligent

he wears the 'in' clothes

and is a genuinely nice guy


There is no conceivable reason for it

And yet it continues

worse than ever

Until ostracized

grades fall

relationships collapse and

self confidence evaporates


He fades

losing interest in life and all that once made him happy

And all because someone probably had a bad day