Present

A boy A boy and the world in his hands Everyday a new opportunity Embracing, achieving, believing A teen A teen and the world on his shoulders Everyday a new nightmare Fearing, wishing, hoping That today he'll be invisible That today counts him absent as tomorrow says its' name For pain can not be inflicted on those who are absent But today finds him present The faces of these halls These faces that take the shape of Demons Demons that would make his pride fall And torture his soul throughout the seasons Like a blade pierces the heart And leaves you there to die They were sharp taking part In piercing the mind with a lie And Without the mind how can you be aware That you have a heart to begin with These halls, these Demons, this prayer Find him present Feeding off the insecurities Each word spoken another bite To his self-worth and integrity Each day an eternal and deadly fight His religion chosen by his nose Then why does he believe in Christianity These Demons could not see Facial features did not preordain his destiny Always taught to turn the other cheek His face now red like the brimstone of Hell But with each slap he became weak The Demons had made their home well They clawed their way inside him Nothing seemed present anymore The world was now behind him A life now twisted with death and horror So when class finally started And the Demons took their seats When he realized he couldn't be invisible He accepted his defeat The teacher took role and all that could be heard was Present Change is not a six letter word it's an action The Demons treated it as a word But for the boy it gave no satisfaction Nothing was done he was left for the horde So when people ask what I would change Look at this boy and see his pain Because bullying has no limits or range I pray to God that he removes this stain