He was born and they called him a mistake, parents fought, split and they called him the reason, mother called him “it” and father didn't call on him no more.

School came around, he struggled and stammered and the kids called him weird, then they called him names, then they'd hit. Teachers called it “boys will be boys”.

Trying to fit in they called him pathetic, so he grew up without them, and they called him a loser. When he looked at girls they called him ugly, then puberty hit and he was a “creep”.

Demoralised, his studies suffered, high school rang out and they called him a disappointment, he found a low paying menial job and they called him a failure.

Years went by, now they called him an outcast, his company downsized and laid him off; not a “team player” they said and called him expendable.

Middle aged now he tried to work again, but poor social skills left him unwanted. Now Politicians and pundits called him a parasite, a leech on the system.

Sickness came and they called it pre-existing, not covered, his finances drained and became destitute and they called him lazy, a bum.

Cold, alone and forgotten depression set in deep and they called him a burden. Without hope he finally took the only thing left he wanted to, his life, and they called him a coward.