The Jewish Boy

This Jewish boy
So alone and so cold
They treat him like a toy
Why can he just be bold?
He needs to stick up for himself
He needs to fight for his freedom.
But why is he so alone? And why does he let everyone pick on him?
The Jewish girl writing this poem is crazy
I’m simply a bit lazy
I don’t care about the others I just rather be careless and slim
People are not happy because they are not alone,
People are happy because they just have a life.
I don’t care for that Jewish girl,
I look at her trying to fit in and it makes me want to hurl.
She should feel ashamed.
But then again who is there to blame?
It’s her life not mine.
I don’t feel alone nor do I feel lame.
That girl is just another person in that long line.
The line of people, wanting to be accepted by the others.
It’s all these people of the same community
Who try to impress each other and try to be the best.
But what makes the Jews better than the rest?
Nothing, that’s why I’m just a Jewish boy,
Whom according to the others is so alone and so cold.
I just think differently and I just live my life differently.