They spit in his face, then wonder why he is so angry. They wonder what could he possibly feel; if he even feels such vulnerablity and rage.

But oh, how they have no idea the amount he feels when they pick on him; making him feel like the smallest little speck of dirt in the world, not even worth a cent.

He constantly thinks to himself whether he should just accept that he is a nobody; a freak. Or whether he should just…Disappear. He thinks he is such a burden to everyone around him; weighing them down by his pathetic self.