I was present at the scene of the crime .
It had taken place in between classes,
With a hallway full of students just in time.
For them it seemed like something that passes.
The victim was a boy and a freshman,
With a shorter height and fragile posture.
He walked nervously like a flustered man.
Each step he felt the gaze of thoughts impure.
He was like a fish out of water.
The environment seemed so new to him.
This vulnerability only helped them slaughter.
Their words came out very grim.
Each insult was a slap to his face.
It only resulted in laughter.
Yet I couldn't help but stay in place.
I didn't want to bother.
I didn't want to be the teacer of this situation.
I felt it wasn't my responsibility.
But I still felt miserable with frustration.
My involvement was not just a possibility.
