The one so filled with hate that he realizes not the fault he brought to his own life. The one so filled with envy that he realizes not the enemy himself. The little one, so lacking in life and love that he would destroy any that smile, laugh and sing ignoring him. The tiny one, that strikes out behind a fence because he has no courage to roam beyond and face the normal ones.
The jealous one lacking in all that is human, left to only destroy, only to hate, so sad this tiny one. So alone is this small one. Yet, surrounded by life and love, that he disdains.
To die without a stone, or a cause, or a friend. He is a pitiful one.