This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me.

I see peers get tormented
and shoved around.
Laughter erupts when a
comment is made about someone.
Nothing is done.

It is seen, but never really stopped.
Take the chance of speaking up
or embarrassment and laughter
pointed your way.
Nothing is done.

Put your backpack on and
leave, running for the exit as
people eyes walking on your back.
Do you feel the ghost of their eyes?
Nothing is done.

Was it worth it standing up for
that one person because it made
you feel better by helping them?
It should but sadly
most people never experience because
Nothing is ever done.

-Cheyanne Markley