part 3 of 5
He approached middle school with angst and fear,
It was like he was starting all over.
No longer did he feel safe with one class,
He was now challenged with six new teachers.
Further causing his nerves to twist and turn,
Unfamiliar faces filled each class,
When he saw a friend or two in each class,
He allowed his inner peace take over.
Suddenly, you’re now this fearless giant,
You towered over his own short stout self.
Outside of the classroom and in the halls,
He made sure he was never caught alone.
Your reputation of a boy bully,
Gave you precedence for all your school years.
The hallway to the cafeteria,
Already had your name assigned to it.
Perfectly hidden from all adult view,
Allowed you full reign of your bullish reign.
Even in middle school, he couldn’t escape,
Your sly grin welcomed him on the first day.
With changes of manhood coming to play,
This was the beginning of three long years.
From tossing his backpack in the dumpster,
To hiding his street clothes during gym class.
On many days you stole his brown bagged lunch,
Screaming at him, that fat boys don’t need lunch.
Others laughed with you and your evil ways,
So they wouldn’t become your next victim.
Finishing a shower after gym class,
He found his clothes often in a trash can.
Often, he changed to his sweaty gym clothes,
When you purposely misplaced his school clothes.
When it wasn’t something with lunch or clothes,
Cruel song parodies and jokes left your mouth.
You mocked his name or made fun of his looks,
Despite all this, he never showed his scars.
Only to be uprooted once again,
With high school being around the corner.
Déjà vu, took a deep breath, said a prayer,
He hoped high school would only get better.
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