Society's Taunting

Lost inside these tall buildings,
wept with despair;
"Oh, you poor soul."
Nowhere to turn, no place to go.

They are laughing, laughing at the insecurity.
With their big mouths and evil eyes
making that poor soul cry.

Cry until tears become words no one reads.

Until the body fades beneath the dirty paths,
Sinking.

Until, one day when none of it will matter.

When the tears have been claimed by Earth,
as well as the body that spilled them.

And all that is left is the laughter,

and the filthy mouths that made a poor soul cry.