Speak up

You witnessed that girl get pushed around,

Yet you just stood there staring at the ground,

When she needed a friend,

Your hand was not there to lend.

When you saw the cuts,

When you saw the signs,

You just sat there with your sighs.

Had you told an adult?

No, you acted like a dolt.

Had you been there to mend?

No, you weren't a good friend.

Where were you when she died?

Right, you just cried.

It isn't entirely your fault,

It was those bullies letting their rage out of their emotinal vault.

Next time you see those cuts, bruises, and scars,

Just know the distance between them and death isn't very far.

You can mend their broken heart,

Instead of letting it tear them apart.

You can stop some of that pain.

You can be their emotional gain.

So, please speak up.

Don't let those poor people corrupt!