My friend waves a phone in my face and huffs.
It's a brand new girl everyday.
My friend points and judges this girl with anger.
She finds flaws in each and every way.
I scrunch up my nose and nod with hesitation.
Why do I do this to the girl on the screen?
I'm not quite sure who she even is.
I never thought that I could be so mean.
The girl stares from the corner with tears in her eyes.
She heard every word that I said.
I wish I could explain that I didn't mean a word.
It doesn't matter because I already made my bed.
The next day there are sirens and policemen at the school.
I hear a student committed suicide the previous night.
I pray to a God and just hope that he can hear,
"Please, Lord, let that girl be alright."
God didn't hear me. In fact, I was punished.
The girl hung herself in her closet.
She left a note with the picture from the phone screen before.
She was bullied and our mean words finally caused it.
I'm brought out in handcuffs for bullying this girl.
I know that what I've done was so cruel.
The eyes are staring closely from each classroom in the hall
And it's all because I wanted to look cool.