There she stood,
Looking at the view.
Cars buzzing by,
Moving with the city lights.
She stood,
And smiled one last time,
Thinking back to everything,
Everyone decided to say.
You made a choice,
To call her ugly.
You made a choice,
To call her fat.
You made a choice,
To laugh at her down the halls.
You made a choice,
To leave her alone in the back of class.
You made a choice,
To tell her to go kill herself,
That she was a waste of space.
But when you make a choice,
You also choose the consequence.
So there she stood now,
Looking at the city view,
The cars moving below her feet,
Ready to give,
The consequence you chose.
There she stood,
Laughing at all your choices,
Wondering what you'll think now,
For your choices,
Led to an innocent girl,
Deciding to end it all.
YOU ARE READING
Odds and Ends | Poetry
PoetrySome ideas are formed enough to gain their own book, their own special moment. Yet, some are kept in the back of an attic, waiting to be heard and shared, even if they haven't been fully established. We should share them, bring light onto what we ma...
