Anonymous

What if there was a man
Who lived his life alone?
In a box,
Empty,
Anonymous,
That's what people do

He just sits, and stares
He can't cry
He's broken, shattered
And forced to live completely hollow
That's what people do

He's barely one in a million
Without a face
And without a name
They don't hate him
They just couldn't be bothered to be his friend,
To be polite, or to say hello
That's what people do

What if there was a man
Who lived his life alone?
Who lived his life ignored,
And abandoned
That's what people do