Once a nice kid

once a nice kid, walks through the halls with hope
kept to himself, soft spoken kid. his heart was good natured

once a nice kid, as he would listen to beathovens moonlight sonata and drool over the brilliance of Starry Starry night in his free time, he would have gladly given his left earlobe to his only love of his life
mother

once a nice kid, entrusted his mother. "The whole world isn't against you!" or was it? its hard to tell when school is your world
his plush friends would be there to comfort him
he loved those friends

Mom got cancer
moms gone. not dead

once a nice kid grew up a little
before the rest
matured in a way that none other had
he was smart. not book smart. he remembered things he wanted too. he could predict
this "once a nice kid" wasn't as dumb as everyone thought
its funny how people measure intelligence on social interactions

"You cant play with us!" was his anthem. that kept him in line. "why should i be allowed to play with them? obviously i dont belong." he accepted his resentment

They did him a favor, he doesn't belong. he was forced not to conform

picking on this kid wasn't smart

you should have never messed with that kid that was "once a nice kid"