Hidden in the Crowd
I am the one hidden in the crowd,
feeling so bad,
I wanna say something out loud.
When the victim sheds a tear,
I wanna call someone far or near.
Bully pushes victim into shelf,
I say nothing to avoid getting bullied myself.
Victim makes a painful sound,
I am hoping there is someone around.
Victim looks at me with fear,
but all the hallways are clear.
The kids around are yelling,"fight!"
In victims eyes, all I see is fright.
I could not bare to see anymore,
what was going on was a folklore.
I am not proud,
of being the one hidden in the crowd.
By: Anonymous
7th Grade
10