A Targeted Soul

Like a star that beams;
In the moonless night;
Let me live in my dreams;
Feeling warmth and joy.

Even in my dreams;
I’m chased and stabbed;
People spat on me;
While I’m terribly smashed.

I’ve been thrown stones at;
By those who are soulless;
Will my life ever brighten;
Now I feel so helpless.

I’ve been moulded by sorrow;
And seasoned by time;
I’m a targeted soul;
On the stage of a mime.

I’m always “judged” ;
And too much “corrected”;
And always interrupted;
And very much corrupted.

Day and night, I think;
I dream and I seek;
As a wanderer, I dwell;
While the rest call me a “geek”.

I seek for joy;
And a little love;
From this heartless world;
Like a helpless dove.

“Please show some mercy”;
I cry and yell;
While they drown me deeper;
In a very dark well.

My dreams have been shattered;
I struggle to breathe;
While they throw me in anger;
Wrapped up in an ugly sheath.