He

How far can he go?
Until he commits suicide,
It's hard to decide,
One's last bow,
People isolate him,
A freak unto them,
It's not a bad dream,
It's reality insane,

For him, there is no shelter,
There is no way,
There is only being lonely,
An haunting for company,

He seeks his demise,
A decision he considers wise,
Tired of being told lies,
Freedom from this monotonous guile.