With a knackered desk and something even weightier to cast from his chest

Dwells the boy in the corner

Who feels through deposition he shall rise above the rest

For he lives to detest, unseeing and unfeeling

Any emotion leaves him reeling

Though inside something is keeling

He is begging to experience some form of life

Whilst casting unto others his immeasurable strife

He’s never lied, he’s never cried, and shall remain that way ‘til he has all but faded, keeled and died

A shadow indented upon the pillow where he cried, he sighed

Though we shan’t speak of that nor show emotion

He is forever swimming and drowning

Fighting in his own ocean

The boy in the corner

Little jack Horner of feeble mind why must you be so unkind for are you blind to that which you inflict?

How you live a life of a pious man as you restrict every experience every possible ounce of excitement

You seek not religion nor enlightenment

You want neither banquet nor excrement

For none shall satiate the malpractice

Of the boy in the corner

So easy it is to point and laugh at those who try whilst you reside yourself to life as a personified sigh

Who shall there be to wave goodbye

You never did bad nor good

Never bore a smile nor shed your blood

You’d wade knee deep into the coming flood

If it meant you’d laugh at those in the mud

Anything for a smile

For the boy in the corner

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust never speak of yourself nor trust

Any other living soul peer frightfully from your hole

He is known well to me

For I was him and he was me

I bore the grin eternally to settle for something never to be

Never floating never sinking

Never moping never thinking

Never fresh but never sinking

I’d never do bad nor ever do good

I adorned the cantankerous visage

And  lived a life neither small nor large

The corner granted comfort and provided ground for me to reduce to mere soot

Now the shoe’s on the other foot

I share all pity for one to never find them self

How comfy must it be observing from the shelf?

There’s always something to be said for the class room joker

The boy in the corner too scared to be who is in his mind

Never smart never dim

Never lost never won

And never felt the love for himself or someone

Here lies the boy in the corner

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

In mundanity I did trust

Cast no shadow erect no bust

He left this world as he came in

The boy in the corner, pained in his grin.