He goes through the day unsure of who he is and why he's here.
A torured soul, among millions of others that hold the same fate.
How can others be so mean?
They mold him into an insecure man with hate and anger that can overpower any common man.
Words ment to hurt, also give him power. they give him reason to prove them wrong.
But what if he finally snaps?
i would not want to be in his tormentors shoes when he avenges himself.
dude. feel this all the time,
dude. feel this all the time, but never seen it in writing with this perspective. feels validating. i like.
This is a good poem. Its like you have taken the event of life and put it down onto paper. Just be careful of grammar and punctuation!