Into Smithereens [c o m p l e t e]

• Different Places •

I've been going through different places,
But all I saw was worried and sad faces.
Same cold smiles, and fake embraces.
Happiness can pass; yet it leaves no traces!

I've seen the same woman you've called fat;
She's pacing quickly, and hiding under her hat.
She's starving herself and she's is burning with every squat.
You bully and run like a hideous rat!

I've met the old man you've called slow;
He was struggling his way through the thick snow.
You'll have a day where you'll also grow,
And others will mock your each-and-every flaw.

I've pumped into the young girl you've called black;
Yet she stood boldly to your every attack.
She could've gave your bully face a smack,
But she preferred to go away, and turned her back.

I've collided with the boy you've called ill;
He was trying hard to remain steady and still.
He was going through something against his will.
You carve your words with a nasty quill.

I've encountered the teenager you claimed didn't have a life;
But life was unfair, and was killing him with a knife.
You're just a bully neglecting his deep strife.
In life, struggling is afforded as a rife.

I've ran into the person who overloved you;
The one you thought was as sticky as a glue.
And their heart; you calmly blew.
Taking advantage that their feelings were true!

I've stumbled across the folk you hurt with a joke;
With your unkind words you used to provoke.
Every good feeling you shattered and broke.
Will your conscience ever be awoke?

I've made contact with the warrior you mocked his disability;
You turned to provoke and haunt his insecurity.
He overcame all this with purity and authenticity.
Shame, you lost all your self-confidence and tranquility.

Different places and unlike people with a divergent story.
Stopping the bullies isn't a choice, but it's mandatory.
Lessening the feeling of shame, and increasing glory.
Enough being a bully and start saying sorry.