Madman.

The summer sun shone over the city
He sat there smiling for no reason at all
The serious, dull faces of grey people
Eclipsed his light with the grandeur of their shadows
He didn't resent not being accepted by this pack
If one didn't accept him then, another would later
He wept and thought, taking things close to heart
Rejoicing like an infant
They didn't accept him, they drove him away, they scolded him
No one took him seriously, he was rejected everywhere
His parents vanished as dust into the valley of death
If you don't want to, then do not believe him
He couldn't strike, let alone kill
He didn't even know what it meant to hit
He tried hitting, but it didn't satisfy him
Life already seemed like a trip without any drugs
I saw how he ran after the sun
He is mad, but he has a pure soul.