Howard

I watched Howard Lose control As the rest of the students stared in awe They had never seen such anger; such passion Coming from the sockets Of a young man's eyes He was quiet every day He got poor grades But he sure did love to write And talk So he would pen down Whatever he wanted to say One day, his lightbulb turned on So he clicked the bottom Of his pen To jot down some words Mrs. Jameson; Demonized and angered As she was- Took notice of Howard's Self-distracting activity And asked him to read aloud He closed the notebook, Staying silent Avoiding that look Into her vexed eyes Until she said it She called him a loser Who knows why he snapped that day- This had definitely not been the first time He was humiliated In fact, he knew inside He was just not liked; Yet for some reason, She had detonated The bomb Of his silence And he had to scream He had to cry And curse Telling her she was The most despicable specimen That has ever crossed his path She asked him why And that is what made Howard cry- Not caused simply by a heavy heart; But because he had no explanation, Other than she has ruined his life With that one word That would soon Be the cause of his self-demise