I'm A Terrible Person

The innocent children can be just as terrible.

I weaved a crown of weeds grown in the asphalt

When I heard a girl scream, being dragged by her sleeves

They laughed as

They laughed as they almost exposed her bare

It was over before I even had the chance to breathe in

That boy playing with his shadow did not notice the crowd

The first rock made a hole in the back of his head

Do not touch

Do not touch, or else you will no longer be loved

Instead I tore flowers apart, grinding the pulp

Instead I

Instead I

Those friends of mine are not perfect, I will admit

They make jokes out of children crying

Of course they

Of course they like me yet I don't know why

I like to see the good in them no matter what

“That child never talks, she is nicer than the rest”

“That cute child would never hurt anyone else”

The victims and the bullies all agree on one thing

That there is nothing wrong with me

My parents always taught me to stay out of the way

That I am better off not helping anybody

So instead

So instead, while everyone wrote insults in chalk

I drew fairies, pretending I never saw

I learned that jump ropes have many uses

Right for the neck or slicing lacerations

A stuffed me

A stuffed rabbit lay beheaded in the trash

Who knew its innocence was so meaningless?

My friends were talking with their backs turned to me

So I assumed they were telling jokes I would find boring

But they already forgot I was still in the room

They were only laughing at me

“That child is the only normal one”

“That child never did anything bad”

And that child grew up thinking that they were kind

The nicest person of them all

Not doing anything, not saying anything

There is nothing admirable to love at all

Because the one who never did anything

Nothing at all

Is the worst person out there