Stereotyped

He liked wearing black,
He liked wearing chains,
He knew that his tormentors,
Had a lack of brains.

He didn’t like talking,
All attempts were suppressed,
They did it to be dumb,
They said he was depressed.

He really wasn’t angry,
He really wasn’t sad,
He just ignored them,
Because he knew that they were bad.

He was getting to the edge, 
They were getting on his last nerve,
He then made a promise,
That they would get what they deserve.

Perhaps what happened next,
Must have been fated,
He came to school and brutalized,
All of those he hated.

Soon he was feared,
Since he ended all the hype,
But I guess that’s what happens,
When you’re given a stereotype.