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
Copyright © Damian Snow | Year Posted 2014
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