Young Writers Society

I tapped you on the shoulder,
But you turned away.
I wasn't even there.
I was invisible to you.
My friend is standing next to me,
Standing tall and strong.
I hear you gossip behind her back,
And let me tell you it hurts,
To hear such rumors about my friends
Spread across the school.

I walk into a classroom.
No one notices I'm there.
I overhear a conversation.
Insults are flying through the air.
Her name is mentioned,
Followed by laughs.
Do you have to treat her like that?

Why do you throw insults at her face?
I open my moth,
But nothing comes out.
I'm too scared to say something.
'Cause you'll start to make fun of me too.

You're like a pack of wolves
Sneaking upon their prey.
Treating others like you shouldn't be.
I should tell you to be nice
So you can stop treating people like ice.
I wish I was as brave as that.

You are the lightening.
Striking people fast.
Treating them like they're nobody,
Like they don't even exist.

Why?
You teat us like you don't know us,
But truly you do.
Why?
You ignore us like we're not even there.
Why?
You treat us like outcasts,
Like rodents stalking the sewer.
Why?
I want to know.
Why?