Tears in her eyes
Bruises on her pale skin
And yet
Smile on her lips
It was supposed to be fun
Yes they're having it
But why is it?
Why not me?
Alone walking on the corridor
Heads down to avoid the looks being thrown
Well aside from the words and eggs
Or was it simply my gaze?
I made this to her
But why am I not having fun?
Why am I feeling guilty?
I shouldn't be feeling this
Saw her in the comfort room
Weaping and stopping her tears
I suddenly want to hug her
I should stop my self
I don't understand
What do I have to stop?
Bullying her?
Or carring for her?
I don't care about her
Said to myself
But look what I found
This is not exactly me
Poured her water
And I found myself drying her
Simple as that
Now I know what's the answer
To my questions
