This shouldn't happen.

There she goes.

That poor girl.

She keeps walking though they are calling her those ugly names louder than thunder.

She pretends not to hear but if you look closely there's a tear on her cheek. 

There they go. 

Those horrid boys.

She keeps walking away faster and faster but they are as fast as lightning.

She pretends to be solid in her own mind but really she's screaming inside. 

There she goes.

That sweet girl.

She gets away just in time but those taunts echo in her mind like a lost ghost in a cave.

She pretends she's okay in front of her parents, but she's planning her suicide.

There she is.

That poor girl.

She doesn't have anywhere to run now; she's free like a wind in a distant meadow. 

Those boys pretend that they're not the problem, but they're now seeing shrinks.

There they go.

Those poor boys.

They don't show their faces at school without ridicule from the hungry carnivores.

They pretend that everything will be just fine, but they know it won't.

This shouldn't happen.