The man in the corner

When he was younger he was teased. He usually sat by himself until he found someone that was willing to talk and then try to become friends with them. Sometimes they became close, others did not. He was not one to have a plethora of friends, nor did he use the term lightly. Later in life he would assemble a group friends that would be the ones he talked with and even then he limited the number to no more than twelve. Perhaps it was because of the religious affiliation, this was possibly right because he was always aware of the Judi in the group that needed to be weeded out. Realize he never thought that he was a Savior, just one that could take the blame at times. This caused him hardship later on in life as he would apologize for everything. He always felt like an outsider even among friends, yet there where always a few where we were right there connecting. He had started his group with those ten people right now and would continue to keep them. He was lucky enough to find love three times(although because of this he is unsure he will ever find love again).

Twice he was walked away from, once he left.

Did he feel he didn't deserve love, probably, he left once, and he was a bad man (to some).

Often now as he is older he plays the court jester, yes to quote Elliot, "almost, at times, the fool..."

Recently he was invited into a Royal Court, and some of those people he trust whole-heartedly, and some he finds himself playing the fool. He becomes sad at times because he hears the laughing school children in the back of his head as the court laughs and cheers, and sometimes the pain is unbearable. But he smiles anyway, because that is his job. To make others happy. And he loves that attention, and the praise and the admiration because it is flattery and he is lavished with endearment and so it is worth it. The pains of childhood fade and he is golden boy who rules the kingdom. He is vain and conceited and full of power. And then he sees the lights fade again and the voices come back and he wonders again is this court really laughing at him as the others did so long ago? But this is silly, they love him, the worry haunts him and so he makes them laugh, he plays the game, until finally he cries alone. Like the school boy in the bathroom again he cries... No one said he was tough, and they always did call him pansy...