The Difference of One Person

If you fall in the woods with no one around,

Is anyone able to hear the sound?

If your heartbeat falters,

Like so many more,

Will you be the one who is first to endure?

Or will you be the one to stand up and say,

We’ve dealt with this too long, it ends today.

Laughing, teasing, taunting, and points,

Go straight through your skin and far past your joints.

It enters your body but never seems to die,

It causes you stress and makes you feel shy.

Afraid to stand up,

To say this isn’t right,

So you give in to the insults,

You give up the fight.

But is this really right?

Is this the right thing to do?

Or should I stand up, and say something too?

It might be scary,

It might make you shake,

But if you finally do it, you don’t know the difference it could make.

If one person stands up, then I know another will follow,

Even one person can make you feel less hollow.

Stand up, stay strong, and maybe you’ll find,

That one person can make a difference,

If they just stand up and speak their mind.