Swathed in his cloak he wanders in silence They cannot see him  Incognito, he is hidden from the glare of their sight Imagining the ease with which he passes right by them No bullshit or traumas And no bloodshot eyes. Taking revenge on individual proponents The flock is dispersed Vengeance is his The sheep without the herder Are easily fleeced Transparent unseen breathing with ease No need to look forever behind Each corner taken in the warren and classrooms Threats disappear when you cannot be seen The truth is they see him They wait by the bus Following behind they swear and they cuss 'Ho gay boy, hey poofter' Who is your boyfriend? They laugh as he crumbles Tears from his eyes. At home in the morning Mother is caring He masks all of the terror There right behind his eyes Quietly he slips out of his front-door Determined to get there But fearful and timid Despite all of the nerves The confusion, crouched demeanour He wishes he could fight