Bystander

As you sit in your car All dressed in black. You know, It didn’t have to end like this Now as you think back you remember The faint white scars etched in her fair skin And the timid smile that hid years of despair You remember that time your friends saw her crying in the hall You sat there and laughed as they tortured her The times you saw her sitting alone at lunch She looked up at you with pleading eyes “Hey, can you help me,” they said. You thought about it , but instead you pretended you didn’t see her And you left her there, sad and alone That pleading look now haunts you It begged somebody, anybody for help But why should you commit social suicide for her? You just kept walking away, selfish Now though, you think back to those boring assemblies About bullying and what it could lead to Why didn’t you just listen?! Maybe you could have spoken up, or found her help Its too late now though, as you walk up to her casket To say your first and last words, To a girl, whose real name You never cared to learn “I’m sorry…”