Victim Poem by Pensive Phoenix

They all stop in their tracks,
Begin to make jokes and wild cracks,
The fear is now showing,
The laughter is not knowing,
The first trickle starts to break free,
But they remain blind, unable to see.

I joined the gathering crowd,
Too cowardly and self proud,
After a while I found myself becoming
What I feared,
All my self worth quickly disappeared,
Jeering was acquainted,
Memories were painted.

It was a long time ago,
Only now do I know,
The pain the he felt,
From the abuse that was dealt,
The look on his face,
Wishing he was in a far away place.

A smile just once every day,
Would not of gone astray,
But it had to be a degrading stare,
To make his day another he couldn’t bear,
He stands numb like a stone,
Captured in his miserable lonesome zone.

But what did we care,
We didn’t think it was unfair,
He wore glasses and braces,
That was enough for our judging faces,
It was this attitude,
That drove his solitude.

And when the tear fell from his eye,
We did not know it meant goodbye,
Our fun and jeering is no more,
If only we saw it all before,
When we watched him miserably cry,
We did not think that day, he’d die.