Them.

A Poem by Steve(:

Ehhhhhh :P

There they all sit, pretending like they don't know.
THEY think it's all okay,
THEY honestly believe that it's just a little push, just playing when they call him all those names.
They are the ones supposed to be his "Friends".
They are the ones supposed to stay by his side.
But, as he stands in silence,
THEY play their games.
They honestly think it's just a little bruise, We only cut him up a bit, friends do that, right?
He cries at night.He thinks thoughts of hurting all the ones that have hurt him.
Just because he's different, THEY think he has no power, no rights.
What if one day THEY went to far?
What if the cuts added up, what if the beatings became worse?
He's unable to cry out, stuck in his own world.
Even if he did ask for help, who could hear his pleas?
Who would reach out to the one that was "Diffrent".
Who would care...?
He cowered in fear as THEY struck their last blow, the tears streaming down the faces of those who never helped.
The ones who never stuck up for him.
And now, he's gone.
And who's fault was it...?
Them?