Every day go to school
Recess
Your least favorite time of the day
Go outside
No one around to play with
Look there’s that little boy
He seems cool
Go talk to him
Make friends
It’s not as hard as it seems
At least that’s what they say
But the truth is
Your heart tries to stop you
From making new friends
Because every time you let someone in
You find out what they’re all about
Yet you risk it
Slowly approaching him
Head down
One foot in front of another
Slowly
He smiles
You’re still afraid to lift your head
He offers his friendship
You take it
Then he takes you
To use
Said it was a game
But what game demands
Only your nose to bleed
Only your heart to pump
Only your chest to scream
Said you were ready for a fight
But the moment he comes in
Your hands play hide and seek
Disappearing behind you
Nowhere to be found
Let the fist meet your face
Do it because you endure the pain
Every time he curses your name
He wants the satisfaction
And you want him to suffer
There is no excuse for what he did
But he has felt inferior since he was a kid
Mother?
He does not know what that means Father?
He’s been drowning in bottles
Whose best friend is pain
And him?
You might think his best friend
Is the popular kid on the basketball
team Who wears shades
And shades everyone behind their
back
Right?
Wrong.
His best friend has been his tears
That put him to sleep every night
Instead of lullabies
His fear is not losing a game
But the belt that is held in his father’s hand
He still has proof in the form of scars
Which he gives you to vent out his frustration
To make you feel his insignificance
In this large world.