The bell rings

signaling the start

She can escape the stares

                   and rude names.

But through her phone she is led to a world 

          where she is brutally shamed.

It is not confined to the rooms or the hallway

     of where she spends

               each grueling day.

               each grueling hour. 

A world she cannot change—

          she has no power.

The monster thrives in her cell phone’s social applications,

abusive comments with no explanation

               besides boredom

                    and mean-spirited aggravation.

Each comment and slur

               beats down,

               breaks apart,

                    her fragile self worth.

Words are not simply words, 

they are cuts and bruises.

marring the interior of her heart

forming scars and contusions.

This girl is not alone.          

          She is one face in the crowd

                    of the many plagued by this monster.

Where its voice is too loud to hear anything but

                              the words.

So they abuse themselves.

          Lose themselves.

Leave this beautiful world because they felt like they were 

all

          by

               themselves.

Lives are lost,

     hearts are broken.

               Yet the protests are left unspoken.

Each and every person 

     Has a specific mission.

But the monster on their backs, tells them different.

     The war on hatred is no doubt ongoing

          No white flag will be waved

               Our revolution is still growing.