I look into the mirror, and what do I see?
No longer a Freshman looking back at me.
Now my Senior year has come to an end,
and I move forward, missing a friend.
She greeted me at my locker every single day,
“Make your day beautiful,” she would simply say.
I barely knew her, but her smile was contagious,
and the way she died was sad and outrageous.
Guess you never really know what is truly going on;
Guess you never really know when someone feels they don’t belong.
When you have different classes and just pass in the halls,
you may spy a quick smile, but not be aware of downfalls.
This student had a mom, a dad, and a brother,
this student was an individual, there can not be another.
She may have been a little different, but they tell us to be accepting,
but, alas, this poor young girl was teased and neglected.
I hear the bullying started her freshman year,
she at first ignored it, is what I did hear.
But as her years went by, the taunting got rougher,
and maintaining her sanity must have got tougher.
I knew her as a nice student, though I didn’t know her well.
I wish I knew more then, as she passed through her daily hell.
I look back now, still wondering what I could have done.
Could anyone stop this cycle – could I have been the one?
A week before graduation, they found her dead with a note,
bullying was the cause, bullying is no joke.
I look in the mirror, and who do I see?
A young lady now graduating, that person is me.
I will always remember, the one who did not make it to this day,
I will promise to be kind to everyone, and will speak up and say,
“Nobody is better than anyone and you do not have the right-
to drive someone to madness to take their own life.
If you see someone alone, take a minute to care,
for you may make a difference, please be aware.
Your words and your actions affect those around you,
and you never really know what someone else is going through.”
So, you look in the mirror, and I hope that you see,
a matured, concerned, grown-up person – a Senior, like me.