The Geek

by TinyDancer46   Dec 23, 2005

He's the little boy with glasses on
Wearing the same clothes every week
The other kids just laugh at him
He's the one they call a geek

He sits in a corner during lunch
While the other children play
He stares down at his tiny feet
As he sits alone each day

He wears the same shirt everyday
The shirt that has long sleeves
So he could hide the bruises that
His daddy always leaves

He comes home to his little room
And holds a photograph
Of mom before she passed away
Back when she used to laugh

"Mommy please come back to me"
This young boy starts to pray
"Daddy's bad, he needs your help
So please come home today"

But the night is getting later
His dad storms through the door
He knows his daddy's drunk again
Like a million times before

He runs and grabs his teddybear
In his room he tries to hide
But his daddy knows he's in there
So he madly steps inside...

He wakes up laying on the floor
Still shaking with his fright
Looking at new bruises that
His daddy gave last night

But he walks to school again
As he begins to just rehearse
The lies to cover the blackeye
That overnight has gotten worse

The children all make fun of him
He tries ignoring what he hears
But it gets too hard to do this
His glasses fog with tears

These kids don't know him well
Just as the shy kid who won't speak
They think he doesn't need a friend
Besides, he's just a geek


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Latest Comments

  • 1 year ago

    by Tony

    Change the dad to mom, the shirt to hoodies, and remove the glasses... my story.

  • 9 years ago

    by Spider Monkey

    I can see this happening in my head. it's so sad ='(
    i'm actually crying.
    this is a great visual.

  • 10 years ago

    by slighte

    This is very well written. very emotional, truly moving piece.

    well done.

  • 11 years ago

    by Veamm

    Great questions ask...5/5 for it..well if have a time do read my piece too..

  • 11 years ago

    by Wallace

    Very nice, i really enjoyed this, loved the start, loved the ending good job.

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