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I Hate Being a Bystander
Posted October 28th 2017 at 07:11 AM by CrusadingAvenger
Tags bullying, bystander, high school, teenagers
I don't know why it upset me.
I don't know why it angered me.
I don't know why I felt something in me snap.
I didn't know this girl,
Nor did I take the chance
To see if she was doing okay.
Though, by looking at her face,
From where I was sitting at in the library,
I could tell that she most likely wasn't.
And it wasn't just an expression.
Her face was badly bruised.
You can see she got bloodied
On the left side of her chin,
On the right side of her lip,
And an almost black right eye.
She wasn't literally spilling blood,
But you can tell that the bruises
On her face left bloody marks.
She asked someone she knew
If her mom was coming,
And that's what that girl was doing:
Waiting for her mother.
I can only imagine
The look on the mother's face
When she sees what happened
To her daughter.
I wanted to ask the girl
If she was doing okay,
But I hesitated.
I don't know why,
And I ended up
Not approaching at all.
I felt like maybe I had
Nothing to offer,
Or even maybe help
Improve the situation she was in.
But I felt so sorry for her.
I wanted to see
If I could be of any help,
But since I didn't drive
On my own to the library
And that I was with my mom and little sister,
I felt like it would be a burden
To keep my mom and sister waiting.
But I regretted it.
I should've at least asked her
If she was doing okay.
I can only imagine the embarrassment
And the fear that she was feeling,
Especially since I observed
Other people looking at her odd,
But not a single person asked
If she was doing okay.
She was scared and probably wanted
To curl up into a ball and never be seen again.
Seeing that bruised and bloodied face
Reminded me of a harsh reality:
Teenagers can be very cruel to one another.
How can one just beat up
And badly bruise up a teenage girl,
Who probably did nothing
To cause such trouble?
Who knows?
Maybe there's more to it than that
With her situation,
But now I'll probably never know...
Because I didn't do anything...
And I'm upset at myself for that.
Here I was wallowing in my own pain
At the loss of a "friend" who wasn't
Really a friend to begin with,
And then here I had a chance
To express my concern with someone.
To give someone a light
That the world isn't so cruel
As one would generally think.
And I didn't do anything...
Maybe I feel broken inside
That I felt like I couldn't make a move
Towards someone who looks like
They needed someone to care.
I was so hung up in sorrow
That I felt like I couldn't be of help,
But I gotta snap out of it.
Well now I know for next time
If I'm ever presented
A kind of opportunity like this
To me ever again...
I will not hesitate to approach.
Why feel embarrassed
If I'm the only one
Who makes contact,
And no one else
Who passes by does?
Even if they don't want my help or company,
At least I know that I did do my part.
And that's what we should all do.
I don't know why it angered me.
I don't know why I felt something in me snap.
I didn't know this girl,
Nor did I take the chance
To see if she was doing okay.
Though, by looking at her face,
From where I was sitting at in the library,
I could tell that she most likely wasn't.
And it wasn't just an expression.
Her face was badly bruised.
You can see she got bloodied
On the left side of her chin,
On the right side of her lip,
And an almost black right eye.
She wasn't literally spilling blood,
But you can tell that the bruises
On her face left bloody marks.
She asked someone she knew
If her mom was coming,
And that's what that girl was doing:
Waiting for her mother.
I can only imagine
The look on the mother's face
When she sees what happened
To her daughter.
I wanted to ask the girl
If she was doing okay,
But I hesitated.
I don't know why,
And I ended up
Not approaching at all.
I felt like maybe I had
Nothing to offer,
Or even maybe help
Improve the situation she was in.
But I felt so sorry for her.
I wanted to see
If I could be of any help,
But since I didn't drive
On my own to the library
And that I was with my mom and little sister,
I felt like it would be a burden
To keep my mom and sister waiting.
But I regretted it.
I should've at least asked her
If she was doing okay.
I can only imagine the embarrassment
And the fear that she was feeling,
Especially since I observed
Other people looking at her odd,
But not a single person asked
If she was doing okay.
She was scared and probably wanted
To curl up into a ball and never be seen again.
Seeing that bruised and bloodied face
Reminded me of a harsh reality:
Teenagers can be very cruel to one another.
How can one just beat up
And badly bruise up a teenage girl,
Who probably did nothing
To cause such trouble?
Who knows?
Maybe there's more to it than that
With her situation,
But now I'll probably never know...
Because I didn't do anything...
And I'm upset at myself for that.
Here I was wallowing in my own pain
At the loss of a "friend" who wasn't
Really a friend to begin with,
And then here I had a chance
To express my concern with someone.
To give someone a light
That the world isn't so cruel
As one would generally think.
And I didn't do anything...
Maybe I feel broken inside
That I felt like I couldn't make a move
Towards someone who looks like
They needed someone to care.
I was so hung up in sorrow
That I felt like I couldn't be of help,
But I gotta snap out of it.
Well now I know for next time
If I'm ever presented
A kind of opportunity like this
To me ever again...
I will not hesitate to approach.
Why feel embarrassed
If I'm the only one
Who makes contact,
And no one else
Who passes by does?
Even if they don't want my help or company,
At least I know that I did do my part.
And that's what we should all do.
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