A little girl,
Bewildered by the world.
Crawling from the corner,
The corner where she was raped,
Forced to do what she doesn't understand.
A victim on the Wall.
A young boy, Casted out by his peers,
Looks through salty tears,
As he's beaten by older kids,
Left hurting by older kids,
Left hurting with bruises and broken bones,
Unsure why he doesn't fit in.
Another victim on the Wall.
A teenager,
Overweight for her age,
Isolated out from others,
Who stare and laugh and joke behind her back,
Friendless, she cries alone at night,
Wondering why no one can accept her for what's inside.
Another victim on the Wall.
A teen boy,
Depressed by the beatings from his father,
A man with strength and anger,
The boys eyes always blackened,
His body bruised,
His teacher wonders but she never says a word.
Another victim added to the Wall.
A skinny girl,
Forcing herself to throw up,
Balemic for hope of perfection.
She eats very little, but never keeps it in.
Acid burning her throat and mouth,
Creating holes in her through,
And dacying her teeth.
Yet another victim to the Wall.
A school boy,
Diagnosed with A.D.D.,
Attempts to answer a question,
His speech is slurred,
And his answer's wrong,
He tries to ignore,
As they mock him and laugh.
Another victim on the Wall.
A wall,
Etched with millions of names,
Names of people who have suffered from the dark hate of the world.
Flowers left behind,
In memory of those tortured souls,
And when you read the Wall,
There is always one name that stands out most:
It is your own name.
A victim on the Wall.