Why? (a there was poem)
There was a strange sensation running through my brain, a rage that could not be combated. There was something strange about this day, and about these people. There was a keen sense of malice and trickery running through the air, running through my brain as well as theirs. There was an argument, with no point, but plenty of punch. There was a montages of seven, each in the back, each lacking a reason, each leaving a scar, not on the back, but on the heart. There was a cry for help, an arm reaching out from the depth of the pit that we call bullying. There was a reputation on the line, needing to be saved, not upheld. There was an abundance of repercussions for the victim, who had been placed as... the bully? There was a band of blockheads in administration, deeming the victim "not empathetic enough". There was on the other hand no repercussions for the bully, just a bunch of "warnings," a bunch of BS. There was no common enemy, the blockheads were a savior to one, and a enemy to another. There was a line, a final crossing point, that would lead to the devastation of a soul. There was no reason for any of this to happen. There was a school that did not practice what they preached, they said they love, but all I saw was hate. There was nothing I could do to reach into the minds of the blockheads, no way to get through. There was just a girl, who never had a chance against the whips of those who could never look at her the way that she deserved. There was a choice, to leave or to stay in the depths of hell. There was an idiot, me, who decided to stay... in enemy territory. There was and is now but one question on my mind... Why?
-V.