I
Didn’t Want to Die
I didn’t want to die.
There are monsters in
this world.
No
lie.
Demons with youthful faces
and trendy haircuts.
Abbreviated bodies
that look just like us.
Reason for aggression?
A lopsided walk?
A
facial expression?
Battlezone school-
Stalked,
Ridiculed,
and
abused.
Acrid emotional distress.
Social outcast,
depressed.
Transferred hysterical, stress – impetuous.
Screaming!
Crying out!
Crying!
Sobbing.
Nobody listens.
Try to fit in. Make a few friends,
but none of the popular
crowd
Persecuted by the entitled and proud.
Too happy? Smile too much?
Not wearing the right
clothes?
Get a life NERD!
You
GEEK!
You
FREAK!
MIGHT
AS WELL DIE!
Adult indifference, no place to run, no face to hide.
Confrontation,
Escalation,
Premeditation,
Aggression
to decimation.
Videotape goes viral.
Everyone in denial.
Unfortunate ending
to a more common case.
Brain grossly hemorrhaged,
copiously, into
subarachnoid space.
One teen dead,
the headlines read.
Sucker-punched at school,
causing his brain to
bleed.
Snuffed potential – unrealized dreams,
My name is Diego and I was just 13.
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