Gun to Head
A poem about "innocent" bystanders

My heart starts pounding the moment her scream rings through the hall
and I shove through a crowd of evils
but the girls are already being separated.
How dare you
every inch of me burns with the words How dare you
what being gave you the right to raise your fist
and drop bombs of insecurity and traumatization
How can you
stand around do nothing to help
laughing
because it's so damn funny
It's so funny how some children walk through halls
checking every corner like the monsters under their beds have come alive in another teenage face
It's so funny
how some children hold the stains that are the evidence of the ones who brought them into this world
almost taking them out
It's so funny
how I look at my skin and feel out of place when there are no bruises
because the biggest ones
were left inside me
Why did you stop laughing?
Have I tainted the wonderful entertainment of that moment for you?
Am I making you feel horrible and guilty?
Well, I hope so
but you're probably still justifying
After all, your reaction was only natural
Well I was under the impression that when someone is getting hurt
you're supposed to help them
not use their pain
to make you feel like you were a part of that moment
to make you feel
superior
like the girl that is hitting her
you hit her
and every laugh
every moment you stood by will
hit her
like a mother blind to her husband's wandering hands
to their daughter
like a friend who said goodnight
when they were the last hand
holding a suicide victim
above water
You might as well have been pulling the trigger
It's not funny
and I, myself, will never laugh at how, for years, I would flinch
every time my mother turned to me or
when someone tried to hug me
Years of damage done in seconds
seconds
you chose to stand laughing
when you choose to do nothing
You are the teacher who never punished the student
who tormented the boy
who would come back to school one day with his own
weapon of justice
You are the sibling that remained silent
when friends called a sister fat
and when that sister
hung herself
every day over a toilet
You are the nazi in world war two
who was just
following
orders
You become nothing
not a hero
not technically a villain
So don't be surprised when you don't mean
anything
to
anyone
Don't open your mouth
because I'm not going to apologize
for simply making you feel uncomfortable
when you're the one
who made someone
feel like their life
wasn't worth
...
(Gun to Head)
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