The sky was still gray when he left for school

The streets were still wet, his heart filled with dread

Every step was hard, an internal dual

His palms sweaty, his legs like lead

 

 

Every morning was just like that; the same

The snickers in the hallways, the rude stares

Each day was worse, he was tired of this game

Bruises didn’t fade, but he didn’t care

 

 

Scars were worse, not the one’s they could see

But he was caged by his hatred and fear

Tears used to fill blue eyes that are now empty

a cold wind and he began to think clear

 

 

So he rolled up his sleeves to show the scars

And stepped into the path of the speeding car