Reflection

This is a reflection a boy who bullied me when I was younger. Now, I think I might understand what he was going through.


He scarred me.

Deep.

into my bones.

It feels like

Grief.

Grief for I don't know what.

Not knowing?

I don't understand.

I think, the point may be just that. That I don't understand.

But.

What I don't understand

is why it's okay that I don't understand.

Why that's the point.

I think he gets it.

Maybe deeper

than I do.

I think that's what's hurting him.

He needs

something.

Something for not having

an explanation.

For

For being so alone.

He has to distract himself

from the world.