I am the boy who sits in the corner,

I could not have felt any smaller,

Every day was always the same,

The other kids would laugh, joke or call me a bad name,

No adults, no teachers ever seemed to care,

It felt almost like I wasn't there,

It got worse with each day and each week,

Until my wretched insanity reached it's peek,

So, one day early in the fall,

I went out with a kitchen knife and I slew them all,

But of me they found not even a hair,

For I am the boy who wasn't there