He went to school everyday

Each day wishing it would never end

Going home to a mother and father

Just like most

Except no loving arms there to greet him

They held their words like guns

All he had were physical hands

He punched and hit

But it was like beating a brick wall

Besides who brings fists to a gun fight

Looking from the outside

He was fine

No cuts no bruises no scars

But inside he was injured

Cuts and bullet wounds bleeding everywhere

He was the boy who was beaten by words

 

There a man stood

Waiting for the next train to come

Same as me

I saw him and our eyes locked

His fists clenched and his eyes hardened

I asked him if something was wrong

All he said was no but something must be wrong with me

I asked if he was stupid

And he hit me somewhere

I can't even feel where it hurt everywhere

Knocked to the ground

He came to me

Ginormous above me

Taller than Kilimanjaro or Everest

He hit me once

Twice

Three times

Four times

Five

Out like a candle that has just run out wax

Burned the last of the wick never to burn again

 

Look at it though

I was killed by a man for calling stupid

Do I die for that

Is he the monster

Or look how helpless the boy inside is

All he has is his fists against bullet words

How can you blame him

It all he knows

But who do you choose

Villain or Victim

Afterall it was just

The boy who was beaten by words.