Wry Little Smile

[balmy cliff]

The kids in the halls,
They're laughing at me,
Because I dropped my book.

I behold my frown,
Look at them angry,
And cry it out.

They don't know,
They keep their blow,
And approach me.

They touch, and they push,
But they can't reach my soul.

Cement below,
Sky above,
They hold me.

Try escape,
It's too late,
They scold me.

Why, are you gonna cry?
I tell them,
We're all gonna die.
They back away,
Shut up, go their way,
Because they see,
my wry little smile.

[split obsidian]

Why do u “behold” ur frown?
And what do u mean by sky and cement “holding you”?

Do they ground you?

[balmy cliff]

I look at my frown

It's not the sky and cement holding me, it's the perpretators

[split obsidian]

Ah so i become conscious of ur frown/ emotions..

“Keep their blows”

You cry it out in front of them? Yet they don’t know the depth of ur hurt?

[torpid radish]

*You cry it out in

front of them? Yet they don’t know

the depth of ur hurt?*

- 1ara.z

[split obsidian]

At the end, why do u ask if the perpetrators would cry?

[wet oak]

Wonderful! @split obsidian has just progressed to level 2!

[split obsidian]

I hope you are able to rise up from this! 🐦‍🔥

[balmy cliff]

The perpetrators ask me that

[balmy cliff]

yeah something like that

[balmy cliff]

Oh, no, I'm not getting bullied anymore. This is just a story I made up