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