He had a weird smile
And a screwed up sight
Freakish he behaved
That’s so funny right?

He couldn’t even speak
Stuttering did he do
We dubbed that enough
For him to be in the loser crew

Words as sharp as a knife
Made that loser cry
Hatred he deserved
But no one knows why

This classy world
Isn’t Billy’s cup of tea
A loser he’ll stay
An ace he’ll never be

He took it like a man
And stood the test of time
As he questioned himself
For being a loser is a crime

I killed Billy
A part of this you’ve been
As you merely watched
Him die from within

-Sannidhya Chitrakar

Image by Gerd Altmann

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