"Bully," by Isabel G.

She stood by the lockers,

Eyes on the floor,

Suddenly, 

I feel like I've been here before.

Sharp like a sting

Words thrown around like they mean nothing.

I saw her shrink,

Losing confidence in herself.

Attempting to disappear,

I know how it feels to be her–

Something in me urged to help–

To stand up before walking away that day.

“Leave her alone.” I said,

Not loud,

Only enough to turn a small crowd. 

The laughs faded, 

The moment froze,

Rough, like I had just slammed a door closed.