Friends

Wanting to fit in, 

The need to prove themselves. 

He looks at his paper, he gets a D, He's just a fourth grader,

He can't handle his failure. He begins weeping, crying, 

fleeing to the washroom cubical, just to cry a bit more. 

"Score! Here he is!"

It's his friends, he opens the door. No tears on his face anymore,

he is happy, that his friends have come, 

his friends hum, with an evil spun,

"Hah! failure-e-e-e"

Dark, terrible, despicable. 

Are these what friends are for? To maul our emotions, toy exploit?

"So you know that you're a bad influence, 

right?"

He is confused, bad influence? 

he's only 9 years old, he's never hurt a fly, 

"yeah, our parents don't want us to mix, 

with failures like you."

He is senile, unable to take their insults with a smile, 

he can't connect the dots together, he is bewildered,

"You see, we are toppers, and you, are a criminal, you might just commit a murder, lurker"

Wanting to fit in,

The need to prove themselves.

"Guys! I have a new game to play today!",

- "What is it?" asks Jack, the failure, boo hoo.

Everyone listens in attentively, 

Guaranteed attendance to hear the new activity, resistivity zilch.

"Let's play, 'Beat the Jack!'". The unclear, foggy instructions,

were sown in the name of the game itself.

Yet, the children were muddled, 

They know a Jack, and they know how to beat someone up, 

yet, Something in their guilty conscience,

was screaming red. 

Beaming eyes, all onto Jack, 

he is distracted, 

distracted to the host's eyes.

Chaotic minds, cannot be stabilized.

He stammers, hammers his mind to formulate, what he wants to say. 

"Hey, I am confused, what did you say?"

The host shouts, 

"FLEE, WE WILL CATCH YOU, AND BEAT YOU UP!"

Our protagonist is weak, and cannot stand up for himself, tenets bound too.

With no hesitancy, 

he followed the host's commands.

He ran. As far as he could see,

which was not very far.

He fell upon his knees. Begging for mercy, 

as he was being surrounded by 5 banshees, 

screaming and wailing, 

"Beat the jack, beat the jack, beat the jack!"

Wanting to fit in,

the need to prove themselves.

"Why? Why do you play that game everyday, host?

What have I done to you?"

-"The earthquakes" -"What?"

-"My toast half baked." -"I don't follow".

- "Okay, so the thing is, you are the root of all problems, your existence is a joke, 

and a problem in itself. 

That's why we beat you up, just so that you know your place." 

- "But, what did I-"

-"Shut up."

Wanting to fit in,

the need to prove themselves, 

"Don't rile him guys, haha, he might just

talk about how ALL his friends bully him"

-"I never said anything" -"Yeah, and I know people like you, 

we are your new friends but you'll, 

write an excerpt on us too if you don't like us" - "Who? Excerpt on you? For what?

 What they did were all true."

- "Sure, shrewd exudes are all you can do". 

Choked, gagged, plugged.

Nothing to prove, no way to move.

Stuck in a corner; life, a never ending horror.

Wanting to fit in. 

The need to prove themselves.

Commit to omit anything which, flies by wrong,

You don't judge, or remit your friends,

You don't call it out, nor do u sit and pout,

You remain quiet, you mustn't be defiant.

These are your friends, right? Your reliant(s)? 

You can try to deny it, but they are the only 

ones who would stay by your side, unbiased. 

These are what we learn. 

Break it, and you'll burn. 

Why you did it, is the least of our concern,

so you better unlearn all morals, 

and in return, you get friends, 

being, that I should give it to you with a smirk

but too bad, this is just how the world works