As he looks at the grey, dull cement below him
And ponders, "what if it wasn't there?"
But then he thinks..."would i even care?"
Quickly he tries to contradict himself
Reassuring that he would in fact care

"..But if i truly felt that way...why do i need reassurance?"
Such thoughts make him confused and frustrated
He tries to change the subject in his very own mind
Focusing on something in reality, much more beautiful
Like the mother kissing a child's scrapped knee

What a beautiful moment in time
The man was delighted to even be a part of seeing it
But nothing changed in his life
And the cement below still taunted him
And has been for his whole life

The man felt nauseous
Sickened by the cement
Sickened by himself
And sickened by every thought that passed his mind
The thoughts in his head turned into an argument

And as he was screaming at himself in his head
He screamed as one person to the world
It may have been the only time every part of him agreed
And as his screams filled the air and everyones ears
...they screamed too

And then the screaming stopped
Silence filled every fibers of the man
But this silence was worst then any scream
Worst then anything the man has ever felt
But he didn't care..he was just glad the screaming stopped...