Names called out in the hall,
How can this be right?
Under pressure from everyone, school, parents, friends…and now this
The pressure building on top of a fragile body
Names, called out that should never have been said.
“Go kill yourself” “fat” “nobody wants you here”
She sits alone at lunch, she hides her face
Doesn’t know what she did wrong this time
It wasn’t her fault
Does anyone deserves something quit this cruel?
She keeps her head lowered, don’t-make-eye-contact-don’t-make-eye-contact.
Someone puts their arm on her shoulder and she flinches
Knowing something bad will happen, nothing good ever comes when she’s noticed.
She turns to face her offender,
“Hi, I’m Jason why don’t you sit with me today at lunch.”
And it changes her life forever.