His Own Head

He pushes the hair out of his eyes,

And stares across the room.

A couple jocks laugh,

And punch each other,

In the shoulder,

Pointing at him.

He doesn’t know why,

But his skin itches,

As if the entire school is staring at him,

And he wonders what they said,

And who heard,

Because nothing can kill a man faster,

Then his own head.

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