Meet Mister Melancholy Smith

Every day he'd sit and pout, The Ambassador of Doubt. Come dine with Melancholy Smith, Was born to eat your heart out. He was raised a single child, His emotions were defiled. Both parents saw a mental flaw, That made sure he never smiled. No one saw him as a friend, And the girls would all pretend. Cast from the crowd, they'd laugh out loud; And berate him to the end. On a broken course he'd follow, The self-pity that he'd wallow. A sad affair with no repair, Only left his spirit hollow. Till one fateful day it's said, Moist tears in a lonely bed. Still aching, with hands shaking, Put a bullet in his head. Not a soul was there to wave, Since no soul was left to save. Without a sound, tucked in the ground, Now lies in an unmarked grave.