The kids pointed and laughed
At the “weird” kid that sat in the back of the class
The one with his head down
To conceal his frown
The one whose face of confusion
Led to all the student’s intrusion

Him feeling miserable was their desire
They most enjoyed teasing him about his attire
From the clothing he would wear
To the style of his hair
As they ridiculed him and called him names
He hid his face in shame

What was he to do when it was one vs all
Because he knew what they would do to him in the hall
The bruises on his skin
Were not punishments for his own sins
But they were the cruelty for his differences
And the consequence of his existence

The next day, the school went under attack
The students inside had no time to react
Everything was happening so fast
It all started right after the first blast
Loud gunshots filled every hall
And blood was splattered all over the wall

For 20 minutes, the rampage went on
Until it finally ended with the death of the con
When it was over, reporters flooded the scene
And asked everyone what they had seen
Students said they never saw the man
They said as soon as they heard gunshots, they all just ran

Days later, the school was still full of broken glass
But that didn’t stop the students from returning to class
The students placed under their desks, their feet
And they all turn around to notice, in the back, there was one empty seat