Walking in and feeling alone

Tears streaming down my face

Will they care?

Hell no

Why would anyone care about me?

Then he walks over, caring eyes

“Come outside with me”

Holding my breath, I get up

I make my way, past the desks

“What’s the matter?” he says

Bullying, a simple word

With a not so simple explanation

I break down and tell him everything

Stopping only to catch my breath

He hugs me tightly,

“No one should ever be treated this way”

Simple words, simple actions

But they mean more than you know

Mr. Jones an angel sent,

He saved me