Outcast
Written for a contest in highschool...
A victim; a bully
Both deeply in pain
One fighting for freedom
The other for fame
She walks down the hallway
Books held with one hand
As she tries so hard
To understand
Here he comes towards her
Harsh words on his tongue
The whispers and gestures
More painful than any fist swung
He doesn't see how he hurts her
How she fights not to cry
He continues to tease, unaffected
She wishes to die
She thinks he must hate her
But she doesn't know
He's just as hurt inside
Night after night, when his own tears freely flow
He's self-conscious
Afraid to let himself show
Perhaps she could help
If he'd just let her know
He just keeps on tormenting
Revelling in the laughters he creates
She has no idea; it's not her
But himself, he truly hates
She goes home; up to her room
Alone in the house, she writes her last note
No one can help her; no one could have guessed
But they'll understand reading the pain that she wrote
He reads it in the paper
The result of his teasing
The fatal error of his taunting
The news leaves him freezing
She left no names to blame, just an apology
And she took up a blade
Opening her veins
For long-awaited peace, an ultimate price to be paid
The guilt of his selfish actions
Will stay on with him forever
For the girl he tortured until she could no longer pretend
Divine retribution for commiting a murder
Outcast they were
One in the same world
The youth of the nation
A story unfurled
Copy-written to Xander Bradeshaw