part 2 of 5
That same kid you
tormented since preschool,
Followed you through
elementary school.
Now you called him
fatso or something worse,
By now, he learned to
choke back any tears.
You became one of the
few boy bullies,
Guarding each corner,
of the long hallways.
By avoiding becoming
your victim,
Your nervous ones
turned in their own classmates,
He easily fell prey
to school bullies,
Not knowing how to
fight his own battles.
He never hinted even
a whisper,
About the on-going
bashing he faced.
Starting each morning
at the school bus stop,
Those waiting, watched
how you tormented him.
You found ways to
pick fights on the school bus,
Made worse, as there
was no place to escape.
All he needed was one
kind-hearted soul,
Who’d lend an ear to
hear his cry for help.
Yet, the introvert
within kept him hushed,
Despite desperately
screaming deep within.
He remained the shy
one for all his days.
With only one or
possibly two friends.
Neither were best
friends but they remained close,
Since making friends
was even more painful.
Knowing revenge could
be much more hurtful,
He never snitched nor
showed his inner pain.
Adults watched, but
seemed to not give a damn,
Either way, he
learned to adapt his ways.
Even though he liked
to keep to himself,
His small social
circle was just enough.
They rarely chatted
amongst each other,
Yet, played at recess
and shared their lunch break.
In their unique
esoteric language,
Body language and
gestures spoke enough.
By the end of
elementary school,
He found his niche
and stayed in his circle.
Just as he found his
footing and balance,
The years at this
school came to a quick end.
The better part of
summer flew right by,
Filled with
adventures and family trips.
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