Stuck in a world he feels is hard to change

A soul forgotten and unnoticed 

He wanders through this life with a heavy heart

"Look at her, look at him, look at them, look at me"

"What do you see?"

A crowd gathers as their words of hate pierce every inch of his soul

A weakling, they say, only a weakling and nothing more

They leave with no remorse, as he sinks back to his thoughts

"Did anyone see? How is it that no one will stand up for me?"