Bystander to a Bully
I sat alone in study hall
Trying to get all my work done.
I saw my peers around someone
Picking on him for fun.
I didn’t pay much attention to it,
Since I went on with my work.
The next class I thought about it,
And didn’t think of myself as a jerk.
The next day I went into school
Seeing the same thing happen.
I was a little shocked to see Jim there,
Since he was a leader and captain.
As I tried doing my work,
I heard the kid get punched.
When I looked over,
I saw his face was scrunched.
The veins in my neck
must have been popping.
As soon as I realized,
There were no signs of them stopping
I thought to myself
That I must do something.
I couldn’t let him be picked on,
For doing nothing.
I flew out of my seat
Like batman.
The anger in my eyes
Looked as if I were a madman.
As I approached the bullies,
I knew nothing good would happen.
But I didn’t think
That my I would blacken.
I never felt better
Being thrown to the ground.
Since the other victim’s frown,
Turned upside down.
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