Futaba

You sit at your fancy desk and act like you're doing something.

Something good for the world.

You say that you are,

you say that you're helping.

You're not, 

haven't been,

She used to smile.

She used to laugh.

She used to not care.

She still smiled and laughed,

but it wasn't real.

She used to not care but then she did.

When did it start?

There was a girl.

Dancing with the little kids,

and smiling.

He,

the one watching her,

forgot what it was like to be happy like that.

She, 

the girl,

reminded him.

You compared me to a"beautiful flower."

I don't think I'm beautiful.

Especially not like the pink flower you said I was.

I'd say I'm more like a notebook, 

there, but not noticed.

Why do people say that?

How do people say that?

They say it as if it's all a joke,

and maybe to them it is,

but to the people being bullied it's not, 

 it never was,

and it never will be.

Is it really?

Is writing just a waste of my time, 

and a waste of time for others to read?

Is writing this here now, 

is it really useless?

According to some people it is.