Pow! Poem by Kailee Falvo

He was fed up!
No more would he be made fun of
He was done with everyone hating him
And no one talking to him.
This was going on for too long.
Never again would he shed another tear
Because he was done.
No one once thought about how the
Words they were throwing at him hurt him.
So the nect day, when he awoke to
Go to the jail called school where each day
He got harassed;
He put something dark and cold in his pocket.
On the bus, kids were already making
This day hell for him.
He got off the bus,
Entered the dark, cold school.
He wasn't in there for at least
One minute until someone
Made fun of him.
So he took the object out of
His pocket, put it to his head and said,
'You selfish bastar-'
POW!
As blood poured to the floor,
People broke down everywhere.
Now they care for him,
When he's gone.