Solitude

He was always alone.
He'd never gone to school with any other kids.
Always by himself.
No one to bother him,
No one to bother,
No one to share his thoughts to,
No one to share their thoughts,
Oh how awful was this thing called solitude,

So one day,
he asked his parents to take him to a place where there where kids his own age,
a place called "public school",
There was different than school,
There were all types of kids,
Kids who hung around in a close tight knit group,
Kids who dressed in all black,
Kids who had a passion or a knack for art,
Kids loved to act
And many more,

So when he started school he was shocked,
People looked at him weirdly,
They said things about him,
to his face and behind his back,
Or Sometimes they said nothing at all to him
In class was even worse,
There were people who thought they were smarter than him,
These people would judge him and mock him and laugh at him
They would even laugh at him when he shared his opinion,
and argue how their opinion was right

He was always alone, this time for good,
He promised to never go to school with kids
Always by himself,
No one to bother him,
No one to be a bother to,
No one to share his thoughts to,
No one to share their thoughts,
Oh how wonderful was this thing called solitude