Olivia Struthers Poet Free verse

Sanity

There's always that one kid in 
class.
Laughing and waving his arms, 
"You took my pencil I'm going 
to kill myself"
His mocking echo's around the 
room. 
Little does he know the quiet 
kid in the back,
Is thinking the same thing.
The kid is whispering all the 
evil things,
That he hates about himself.
Every time his whispers hit his 
skin,
They cut deeper than the razor 
in his pocket.
All he wants is for someone to 
look at him and say,
"Every things going to be okay"
Even when he knows it not.
He wants some one to notice.
How he never smiles or talks,
Or maybe ask "Why don't you 
have any friends?"
"Want to be mine?"
But all he has is heads turned 
away and that kid in class who 
lost his pencil.
That kid may have lost his 
pencil,
But slowly the kid in the back.
Is losing his sanity.
Bit by bit, word by word, 
glance by glance.
It's slipping from his grasp and 
it's not as easy to get back,
As a pencil.
Head down, eyes closed.
When the pain rips through his 
veins and bubbles out through 
kisses from a razor,
He will have his sanity.

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