The Kid In The Back Of The Class

The kids pointed and laughed At the “weird” kid that sat in the back of the class The one with his head down To conceal his frown The one whose face of confusion Led to all the student’s intrusion Him feeling miserable was their desire They most enjoyed teasing him about his attire From the clothing he would wear To the style of his hair As they ridiculed him and called him names He hid his face in shame What was he to do when it was one vs all Because he knew what they would do to him in the hall The bruises on his skin Were not punishments for his own sins But they were the cruelty for his differences And the consequence of his existence The next day, the school went under attack The students inside had no time to react Everything was happening so fast It all started right after the first blast Loud gunshots filled every hall And blood was splattered all over the wall For 20 minutes, the rampage went on Until it finally ended with the death of the con When it was over, reporters flooded the scene And asked everyone what they had seen Students said they never saw the man They said as soon as they heard gunshots, they all just ran Days later, the school was still full of broken glass But that didn’t stop the students from returning to class The students placed under their desks, their feet And they all turn around to notice, in the back, there was one empty seat