He is the outcast of the class,
The rest of them can kiss his arse.
He wanders the halls with his long hair,
The jokes they say are not fair.
There are few he can trust,
But surviving this place is a must.
The year of hell starts in the fall,
His true feelings are hidden behind the wall.
He can never find a mate,
Not even for one date.
The class wants him to die here,
But his grave will not be there.
Now the outcast is a human,
He now belongs with his fellow man.
His pain seems like a dream,
The jokes however are still mean.
His life will now be written on pages,
You will all enjoy it for ages.