Dark Enough

There is a boy

In front of my class

Who I swear I've never seen

Do anything but laugh

He's tall and he's smart

Handsome and strong

And when someone's down

He tries to fix what is wrong

How does someone so perfect

Feel so insecure

As to scar his skin with cuts and burns

And still wants to hurt more

How does someone so loving

Learn to hate his own guts

Drawing a picture on his arms with a blade

As if his mind isn't dark enough

There is a boy

In front of my class

Who's eyes are glazed over

Like newly cut glass

The ghost of a smile

hints at his face

And he laughs as they tell him

"Who's on First Base?"

How does someone so perfect

Feel so insecure

As to scar his skin with cuts and burns

And still wants to hurt more

How does someone so loving

Learn to hate his own guts

Drawing a picture on his arms with a blade

As if his mind isn't dark enough

There is a boy

In front of my class

Who's so sad that you find it rare

To see his smile or laugh

His friends tell him jokes

like that one with the gut

Biut all he des is close his eyes

And enter his mind

How does someone so perfect

Feel so insecure

As to scar his skin with cuts and burns

And still wants to hurt more

How does someone so loving

Learn to hate his own guts

Drawing a picture on his arms with a blade

As if his mind isn't dark enough

For his imperfections

There was a boy

In front of my class

Who yesterday took

The breath that was his last

He wrote a few notes

"I'm sorry I didn't say

But my mind was messed up

You couldn't save me anyway.."

And to the boy in back of the class

Who feels the way I did

How does someone so perfect

Feel so insecure

As to scar his skin with cuts and burns

And still wants to hurt more

- Amanda Lopiccolo (Slightly abridged)

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