This is a poem that I wrote that sort of inspired this story. They're not exact, but I just thought I would share with y'all. This poem is contained within my poem book, Teenage Waste, and if anyone wants to check out my other poetry you could go there, or to my second poem book, Catching Feelings.
Thanks for reading. This was the first story I ever wrote, and it took a lot of editing for it to resemble something that I could be proud of.
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Victims
You see that boy
in the corner of the room?
Who everyone looks down upon
because all they ever do is
assume.
His shoes are worn and
he never buys food.
He’s avoided in the halls because
his attitude is
rude.
Mysterious bruises just
appear
along his arms.
Has anyone ever thought that he
might be in harm?
His home isn’t a haven -
he’d rather be dead -
a father with a heavy hand &
eyes tinted red.
A stoic expression counting
down the days.
Hoping his grades will get him
far away.
A gun in his pocket
just in case.
YOU ARE READING
The Boy Across the Street
Teen FictionShe was always in love with the boy across the street. [OLD VERSION. Currently editing.]