One day I stopped,
I looked at the person who has no friends,
The person that you pass and just give that look,
The verbal abuse they receive behind their back,
It hurts!
He was broken
He knew what was said
He felt like nobody cared.
Next time, if you see that boy...
Stop and think: Will what I do hurt?
Stop and give them your time.
Stop the nasty comments!
After all, they hurt!

I'm a linear surface with no reflection

The bumps on my face are of paint splatters in sections

You can look at me

you can scream at me

You can punch me

You think I don't have feelings?
You think I don't care?

You think you're better than me because I can't move

but I can stare

my friends and I stick together

we're always here

we're  always waiting for you to run
through that door

I watch you throw your shoes at my cousin, the floor

And if you hit one of my friends again I will protect you no more.

But no worries because one day I will crumble, I won't be here anymore

I'll take all of us with me!
my friends, my father, my mother, my cousins even my uncle.

You'll be stuck with the family outcast
His name is Rubble.

He doesn't play nice,
like bed in the late night

No shade no shield
No ceiling no lamp light
No wood no steel

Only feelings of cold nights

You left me
on this windy day
and
my heart blew
straight out of my chest
onto the sidewalk
and into the gutter

now what??

you should pay for your heinous crime