Too Late Poem by Abbie Jensen

Why do people hurt others?
Why do people take pride in watching others suffer
When they suffer themselves?
Why do people laugh when others cry
When they cry too?
Why do people smirk when they see others
Feeling emotions?
Why do they laugh and point at others
For being human?
Why do they have to tear us down
To build themselves up?
Why do they have to kill us
With words?
Why does every punch they give to us,
Temporarily lift a burden on their shoulders?
Why do they look down on us
When we aren't dressed the way they are?
Why do they make us feel stupid
For giving a right answer?
Why do they make fun of us
When they were made fun of too?
Why do they feel good now
But hate themselves later?
Why, when they realize what they've done,
We are already at the top?