Maybe

Everyone is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Don't judge, tomorrow you'll be the target.

She kept her head down,

Her grey hood covering her face.



She held her books tightly to her chest,

Her over long sleeves covered her bruised arms.



Her back held straight,

And her legs never wavered.



A girl pointed and laughed,



And that was when

SHE SNAPPED.



She froze,

She grimaced,

She knew what she had to do.



She held her books at her side,

And she pulled back her hood with a steady gloved hand.



She turned,

And she faced the other teen,

Her short midnight hair framing her scarred face.



The other froze,

Her sneering smile dropping as she stared,

At the pained, lonely face of the other student.



She never knew.

She never focused.

She never saw.

All the bruises,

Or those healing cuts on her cheek.



Of course,

No one had noticed,

Because no one had bothered to look.



The pink shirted girl,

Her mouth hung loose,

Then pulled tight.

Her eyes showed sorrow, and unshed tears.

Her heart broke,

At the expression in the other’s unwavering eyes.



So as the lonely girl turned to leave,

She walked over,

And she did the strangest thing.

She hugged her.

She told her she’d be all right.



Maybe this long haired blonde girl

Could be the midnight’s shining light.