I Know A Person
I remember the girl that no one liked
Because she smelled strange
And her clothes were always old and torn
And she was quiet and reserved
Later that year she moved away and when we asked why
We found that her mother had beaten her and raped her every night
I knew a boy that everyone hated
Because he loved men
And he asked one out to homecoming
And was beaten up for merely wondering
Later that year he hung himself in the front yard to the school
We found that humans had limits and he had reached his
I know a writer that no one speaks to
Because she always seems mad
And her arms and legs are covered in scars
And she falls asleep in class
Knowing she cries herself to sleep and has prayed for death
I wonder what will happen later this year. What will become of me?