Scarecrow

I do know It,
I have heard it,
I have seen all this before:
They will move behind my back,
They will beat me on the floor,
They will stab me, hurt me, break me,
They'll live nothing in their way,
Only surching benefits so they could thrive again.
Never stopping, never showing,
Always, always step ahead!
Always seeing, never learning,
Living wreckedge on the shelf.
Never hope and never dare
To be something on their way.
Never show - they never care
What'll become of you today,
What'll become of you tomorrow,
And their's minds are so restrict!
Never seeing any sorrow,
That on others they reflict.
Pure innocence in vision,
Pure minds, and pure souls.
They are wolfs in skins of sheep fur,
They are one's which'll make you moul.
After moment anger linger's,
After other - start to think,
After few more - count on fingers
All the ways which'll help you sink.
" One for anguish,
   Two for folly,
     Three for languish,
       Four for harm"
All their actions only holy,
Yours, on other hand, are dumb.
You, on other hand, nor devil,
Nor you normal, nor you saint.
You are lower then their level -
Therefore nothing more then taint.
You are nothing more then scarecrow,
Just a bag to kick for fun,
If you burst ...Well...There is trash can,
If you're not - another run.

But there's nothing. Bag is empty.
Shell is broken. Innards too.
Of the other's world is plenty.
" Minus one or minus two -
Doesn't matter. Who will notice?
Who will see and who will care?"
...
Silence.
No one.
No one noticed.
Nothing really ever there.