To step back down, to wipe off that evil
Grin when you see her passing by
Because she is as much human as you
Deem yourself to be,
Then why do you call out? Names
Which you don’t even know half the meaning
Of, it’s a request.
To bite your tongue, hold back your words,
Take it back, and take it in, and don’t you
Spit out something evil, which
Might just destroy him and render him so
Delirious, that sleeping through the night becomes
A feat, it’s a request.
To not pounce at any opportunity you
Get to ridicule the living hell out of her,
Her, who is trying just as hard to survive and
Could probably do without another of your words,
Beating at her and raising her pulse,
You, you need to stop, and let her
Live, it’s a request.
To ignore and glance over anything
Amiss, anything worth laughing at, anything
At all. Think that he may already be
Giving himself hell over it, and probably doesn’t
Need another mocking eye to pick at his wound.
So stop, won’t you? Before you pass a
Comment, it’s a request.
To offer a helping hand, to let go a
Tiny bit of smile,
Which might just relieve her, and lift her from the shallow
Dark. Be it temporary, and be it even a slight change,
What harm could a tiny smile,
Or an offered hand, ever do to
You, it’s a request.
To show a little kindness, and be something
Worth being proud of, to make yourself a
Human, to help someone override the lows,
Do something you’ve never done before, and
Feel happy like you’ve never felt before.
Show a little kindness,
And, it’s a request.