Today is the day of utter shame and disgrace today is a day of bigotry and hate. This boy who would suffer no fools gladly, is an out cast amongst society; in a world full of discrimination, segregation and intimidation.
Every year was exactly the same, the bullying the torments was to his enemies a cruel callus game. In the playground he became a ghost, in the classroom a distant figure of loneliness locked inside himself, as he day dreamed about the things he wanted the most.
He passes the girls and shys away, he runs around the fields and hides under willow trees where it is dark. And sleeps on benches in the park. He reads books and draws circles in the sand, and catches butterflies with his fragile hands.
The boy with out a face, smiles deep down within, although it's not always seen, his hair is kept clean; which is long and trim, underneath he hides the devil's grin. By day he watches people and their every move, by night he studies the stars up above with out blinking once, as if he had something to prove.
In the day light he fades into the background, like a master of illusion he appears with out no sound; leaving all those who follow in his wake, unbound. He follows no religious conviction, but believes in the concept of resurrection. He has few close friends he just pretends to be happy, when in fact he is terribly sad, and only dreams of the companions that he never had.
He walks around looking at the ground, and ignores other people's glances; which is no different to any other day. The boy with out a face, has no place in society. A lonely soul that wanders through life, ridiculed by his tormentors and coping with strife. Trying to survive the heart ache of living in adolescent hell, only to become an out cast amongst his community, he thought he knew so well.