Words hurt, like
“You’re stupid” right to the heart’s core.
He runs away;
And slams the door.
Reaches home and holds a blade,
Tears fall down in a cascade.
He says, “where did I go wrong?
I have tried to be so strong.”
But he draws bloody lines on his arm,
Running through in his- a storm.
He drops the blade and washes his body,
Cries, “”why can I not be more sporty?”
“Why do people hate my fat?”
They answer,
“Because you are the only one who has that flab.”
He skips gym class,
Despite being a scholar with full marks.
Receives a C+ Grade,
Because he was scared, didn’t attend the class.
Hoping for just one friendly smile,
To help him walk that extra mile.
….he was scared.
Lonely in the whole world,
Fearful not of the dark but the monsters in it.
Apprehensive not of his body but the people who kill it.
Why can’t fat not be beautiful?
Why can’t people learn to accept themselves and others,
The way the really are?
Why does someone’s pimple or his maggi hair bother you?
The pimple wouldn’t but the words will always leave a scar.