perched in a smooth leather chair at the library,

eyes transfixed in the loses of artists.

Taking a break I come up for air

give my tiresome brain a chance to rest

I look up and my eyes peruse the shelves around me,

as my gaze falls onto a nearby computer.

there siting only a few steps away,

is him.

the one that everyone makes fun of,

the one everyone outcasts.

they him judge unfairly.

his life is in the back of the bus

sitting with empty seats as his only company.

Typing, an American Studies book laying on the table next to his screen

no evidence of an adult with him,

nothing but his homework and bus tokens in his pocket,

even him family doesn't want him.

Maybe we judge too harshly,

the sins he commits so frequently

perhaps they are only from a broken heart,

from being invisible for so long,

I wanted to reach out,

brake down the barrier

that life has built between us.

hold him and tell him it would be okay

but then I realized that it's an impossibility.

my dad broke my deep chain of thought

and told me it's time to leave.

I got up and strode towards the exit

with no glance over my shoulder,

as I left him unwillingly in the darkness and cruelty of the world,

all because I was too busy to care.