They spit in his face, then wonder why he is so angry.

They force him to change, then shame him for being different.

They belittle him, and wonder why he lives in solitude.

They ask him to do something, then get mad at the outcome.

It seems that no matter what he does, the reaction will always be the opposite.

He will never please, nor satisfy them all.

So he might as well just stick to himself and follow his own voice.

Not the lingering echoes and projections of the low lifers.