Sonnet from a Voice Above

I take my seat in the back of the room Sitting alone with my thoughts to myself Staring at the wall with eyes like the moon Twirling my pen and humming to the shelf

When out of the blue, you stand up and say Hey look, everyone! It s Justin the Freak! My response: Your words will not keep me at bay Not a thing you say can make me feel weak!

Yes, that was true, but a fist did the trick You punched me, caused pain I d not felt before I fell to the floor, feeling worse than sick You stopped only when my pulse was no more

But what really killed me while I was mauled Is that those who saw did nothing at all