Violence Poem

Violence Poem

Violence affects the lives of people like a car without brakes,
Spiraling out of control with one simple mistake.
It may seem fun and the cool thing to do,
When you make a mean joke about the weird kid at school.
Sure when you say it, he fakes a smile and laughs along,
But on the inside, the comment plays over and over like a catchy song.
When he gets home, he takes a quick glance in the mirror.
It’s the same reflection he always sees, but this time, someone different appears.
They’re too short, too fat, too stupid and weak.
Too many freckles and pimples and two giant clumsy feet.
The next day, he hides under a large sweatshirt and jeans.
But that doesn’t stop another person from saying something mean.
He knows his clothes weren’t bought from a thrift store, but he can’t help take a glance in the mirror once more.
The person he sees is poor and broke, with holey jeans, crappy shoes, and a dirty brown coat.
The next day he fakes sick and doesn’t go to class, But he can’t tell his mom and he can’t tell his dad.
The reason why he dreads going to school, is he’s ashamed that everything about him is uncool.
A few weeks go by and he eats lunch alone, There are no more friendly numbers to dial on his cell phone,
The anger and frustration is bubbling up inside, he fees the only way out is to take his own life.
But one day he gets an email from an address he doesn’t not.
Saying to stay strong, be tough, suicide is not the way to go.
The email talks about a smart girl from New York
Who kids used to call a geek, a nerd and a dork.
She tried to kill herself but fortunately her parents found out and she didn’t succeed.
Now that smart girl from New York is fully grown.
With a husband, a house and three beautiful kids of her own.
Everything in her life turned out just fine.
So, pray and be patient because it will take time.
And with those sweet, simple words, the email ended.
And the boy was in tears because he knew just who sent it.