I see what happens,
I am angered.
It’s not the first time
I see this cruelty.

Twas not in words,
But in an action
That would set off
A chain of emotions.

The anger rose
Like a swell of the sea,
The hatred burned
Like the fires in Hell.

The pain was like icy daggers,
Stabbing my heart,
And freezing my nerves.
Oh, how it hurt.

I let out my anger,
And act like it didn’t happen,
But I soon find myself
Cornered and helpless.

They accuse me for my crime,
Which I am not sorry.
They ask questions,
I have no chance to think.

I respond poorly,
Buying for time,
And something slips out
That I couldn’t control.

A threat, oh yes,
What have I done now?
If I knew it was coming
I would have shut it out.

But no.
It escaped my lips,
Faster than a speeding bullet
And embedded itself in my victim.

It was an accident,
I cannot say anything else.
For that is the truth, but do they see it?
They brush it off, ignoring it.

They bombard me with more questions,
Still no time to think,
I run away
And wish they would disappear.

But they don’t.
They follow me.
They won’t shut up.
I scream at them to leave me in peace.

Do they leave?
Am I saved?
No.
They laugh at me.

I tell them I don’t want to speak with them,
They’re not worth my time.
Then a teacher intervenes
And calls me to the side.

I explain what I’ve done,
Teas streaming down my face,
I am sorry,
I am in disgrace.

I tell him why,
No detail escaping my grasp,
And when I am finished,
He apologizes for me.

She won’t listen.
She says she’s accused.
I doubt she forgave me.
Or ever will.

We walk on in silence.
No one brave enough to speak.
I now think back on that day,
And wonder why.

Why couldn’t I control myself?
I know perfectly well how.
My anger rose too high,
They provoked me to no end.

If I could have
A second chance
I know what I would tell
The poor fools.

They asked me,
“Why did you do it?
We have never
Done anything to you!”

I reply,
“It is not what you have done
To me, but what you have done
To others.

“You treat me fine,
Of that there is no doubt.
I would probably be your friend,
But not while you act like that to others.

“Ask yourselves this:
Whom do you treat
In such a way
That would upset me?

“I speak of a friend
Whom you and the rest of the world
Don’t seem to like.
Do you know whom I speak of now?”

What is their response?
If they answer correctly,
I merely say, “My point exactly.”
And continue on with my meaningless life.

But if they deny it,
Although they know what I mean,
I will continue my speech
To bring justice to this cause.

“You do nothing?
Nothing?!
All I hear from you are lies.
Filthy lies.

“Have you nothing better to do
With your pathetic life
Than this?
This petty harassment?”

I wait for a reply.
They say “Yes,
I have better things
To be doing.”

“Then why don’t you do them
Instead of losing potential friends?
What is your problem with this person?!
What has she ever done to you?!

Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
So tell me this…
WHY?”

Apparently they don’t know.
I doubt they ever will.
But will they ever learn?
Only God knows.

“Since you don’t know why you do this,
I will aid you in the only way that I can.
I shall pray for you,
So that you can find the right path in life.

“Father, Forgive Them,
They Know Not What They Have Done.
Help Them See The Right Way,
For It Is Shrouded From Their View.”

And I do pray that He Forgives them.
Or at least helps me to,
Because I’m having an awfully hard time doing it on my own.
I pray for all those who go through the same thing as the person I talk about here, and all the people who make their lives a living hell. I pray for them because they need help, and only God can give it to them properly.