Misfortune seemed his lot at the end of life. |
Pretty people – oh the pretty people dressed all in black - Huddle closely to the pretty Hole in the ground As if it was a fire on which to warm their Hands But yet no fire burns there; It is as cold as the morning wind that whips around our Sad little party Your gravestone, I see, has been marked with Beautiful words Describing your whole life and personality in Minute details But how wrong those words are ; For I knew you better. For 10 years I struggled with you You, the popular one, the loving one So no one bothered to look at what you did to Me Me, the ignored, the forgotten, the grey chameleon Blending into everything Though I tried to make myself noticed You were like a cat to the Egyptians Idolized and loved by all Until the day you discovered me Sitting All alone In the putrid and monotonous and routine hallways of High school You befriended me Until your own friends decided I was too Worthless To be friends with We shared interests, You and I We were a good Match But your friends distinguished our Fire And coaxed you back over To the Dark Side Oh how glorious you thought it was To shine again; to spend all your time with the Rats you call friends After that year, I Despised you oh so much Burned every last picture and every last word You ever wrote to me Pushed you from my mind as you did to me And sank back into the wall To be ignored for another year However, the stupid blue hallways did Nothing Nothing to hide the grey chameleon You and your friends brought me misfortune, verbal abuse and more than A few black eyes Now I longed to be ignored For to be forgotten is far better than to be Abused Never before had I despised someone So much As I now despised you I wished you would Fade away Become the grey chameleon Feel abuse as I had felt it Instead of leaning against the doorway Of the washroom Laughing Watching your friends Punch me, Kick me, Hurt me But alas, my wishes were never granted And I watched you grow and win and Continue to win In life, in school, in sports In everything you did While I, the one left behind, Became forgotten once more I hadn’t seen you for 47 years after that Yet now, here I stand Looking at the dark and earthy hole Where you are to spend all eternity Suddenly, The groans of several men, trying to be Respectful Slowly ambled towards the hole Carrying you In your dark mahogany and velvet lined Coffin They had not yet reached the hole when Suddenly Loudly You and your coffin and one Sad excuse for a Strong man (One of your friends, No doubt) Thudded dully against the earth The other men carrying you – you burden you – Tried to keep a hold on the expensive casket Yet there was a mild hill behind them The mourners watched in horror as you all slid down You, the men and your casket But I, I watched with the look of sick irony On my face How convenient You went through life Without a fall, without a failure Until now But now it does not matter To you For you are dead Dead of old age Dead as the ground I stand upon Stone cold dead But to the people here, the people that Loved you And I, the person that Hated you It did matter The mourners were in tears – more so than before – As they gazed intently upon your broken casket, split open by the Tumble, now showing your leg, The star’s leg Clad in sad and gloomy Black And I, well I was joyous Almost about to laugh, I fell Silent As I realized that once I did love you I soon dismissed that thought however Because then I realized that my wish of misfortune Did come true If not a little late |