Dear Loser

Sitting down at my desk,
first row,
middle seat,
I turned the page of my book
to find a message.
My eyes stared at the words.
Dear Loser
You're nothing, no one would care if you were gone.
Just disappear. Your shadow even runs away when it sees you.
Anyone stupid enough to be your friend
would leave you in the end.

I could see the tears fall and seep into the paper.
'Was it true? ...'
The laughs from the back said yes.
I couldn't control myself. The next thing I knew I was at my locker. Tears kept rolling as I opened my locker.
My eyes widened 
as I opened the locker.
There were letters!?!? I couldn't believe it.
It must just be more hate mail, or so I thought.
I decided just to open one.

Dear Beautiful
You are more than perfect.
You keep to yourself so you can focus on your bright future.
If anyone asked you for help you would have said yes
but no one asked cause they thought you were a loner.
But you're not.
You're just worried.
And it's the hate in the world that fires that fear.
Good people are out there, sweetheart. Just be you.