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


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