important oneself

He looked down at his shoes from the top of the building,

And then, he looked down at the tiny people below him.

They were minding their own business,

Nobody cared about him anyway.

He thought of the people in school;

He saw them leering at his popularity.

He turned to his parents;

None of them understand anyway.

He looked at the great height below,

Then he heard someone cry.

Beside him, it was a young girl;

Or it seems to be with the dress she is wearing.

The features were deformed,

So it was kind of hard to tell.

The bruises on her arms;

Who caused that?

The girl looked down;

Is she going to jump too?
It seemed to be.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she turned away;

Her tears dries, her face straight,

She walked away from the edge.

He heard her mutter,” I am not going to let them get rid of me easily,”

And then, she was gone.

The boy looked down;

His depression no longer there;

He turned away and walked to the lift,

“There are people worse than me,” he said

“I am not going to get rid of myself easily. If she can do it, so can I.”