Oh the Irony

The boy lays on the ground while the second stands over him The first boy cries while the second laughs The second boy is hurt But is not crying For his tears have dried up The second boy is on the ground The man standing over him Belt in hand Oh the irony The first boy sits down His friends crowd around Concussion is found Hit by a locker And now is at the doctor The first boy goes home To a poor family To a small house To an unhappy life To depression To anger To suicide The first boy screams But no one deems It important No matter how absorbent The physical bandage Can be banded The second boy stays still Clothes off Bloody and beaten Assessing his wounds Just to go back And beat the first boy some more Oh the irony The anger the first boy feels All of those deals Only to be let down And told he was a clown The first boy is sad The crying never stops While the second boy laughs But hides the scars Under his hoodie While the first boy doesn’t Oh the irony The second boy runs From what feels like a thousand guns But in reality In actuality There is only one And it isn’t a gun The first boy’s life is over He gave up But his story will never be forgotten Because in the sea of many He wasn’t the only one Bullying is wrong But you must be strong For behind every bully There is trully A troubled past