A Lesson too Late

She was the girl
who everyone knew,
who they secretly feared,
and refused to talk to.

She ate lunch alone,
never spoke a word,
she always walked home,
we called her a nerd.

All the students mocked her,
some teachers did too,
everyone made fun of her,
she was well aware, we knew.

Soon our taunting turned to hatred,
it ticked us off,
she was so sedated.

Nothing we could say,
would ever make her flinch,
she took our criticism silently,
but that was all she did.

No matter what we did,
we could never make her cry,
she never once shed a tear,
no matter how hard we'd try.

It was bound to happen,
and one day it did,
I woke up and realized,
I was no longer just a kid.

I was ruthless and cruel,
we all were, it was true,
our treatment wasn't fair,
yet some how...
we didn't care.

Then one day the taunting,
got a little out of hand,
she couldn't take it anymore,
and just before she ran away,
I began to understand.

I cried her name,
but she wouldn't wait,
I followed her,
but I was too late.

She fled to the roof,
fell three stories down,
and dead in the school yard,
was where she was found.

And in this horror story,
was a lesson to be learned,
never underestimate,
the power of one's words.

~Monstergrrl