He dresses nice, red, white, and blue plaid shirt with fitted jeans and nice, clean white shoes
He has lots of friend, they're all standing behind him, too, dressed similar
That was his crew, his "posse"
They're all laughing
He's about the same height as the guy in front of him
He has his back against the wall
Thick black glasses, blond, plain hair, not dressed so well
Plain white shirt, light blue hand-me-down jeans, and beat up grey sneakers
He's scared, they just slapped him, punched him, pushed him to the ground
Why are they doing this?
I don't know.
Why is this good looking guy that looks so nice being so mean?
Why are his friends participating in this?
Where are the teachers when you actually need them?
Why am I just standing here telling you whats happening?
Why don't I do something?
Why doesn't anybody do anything?
"Scenes" Poem
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