It was my fault. 

Right?

It was my fault that he couldn’t control himself

It was my fault that when I waited for the bus, 

My shoe came untied and as I bent down, 

I heard a pen drop right next to my left leg, 

I saw the flash of light, and heard a slight

Click. 

The click of a camera 

The man at the stop, took the pen, and stood back up. 

My muscles tensed as I got up

I stood there like a board, eyes wide open, 

In shock and disbelief.

Peering over my shoulder, to that same man from moments ago,

Smirking at his phone with a devilish glow. 

I’ve read about things like this,

But never thought it would happen to me. 

It was my fault.

Right?

It was my fault that when I refused, he would tell the whole school.

It was my fault he would tell them all, I did exactly what I refused to do.

I walked through the halls, the sounds of my shoes squeaking on the floor,

Replaced with laughter and mockery. 

Their word spit at me from every angle

Everyone knew it, including the lockers. 

Even my friends didn’t look at me, 

I could just tell a teacher and everything will be fine. 

WRONG

They believed the rumors that were spread. 

When I got home, my parents had known.

They yelled and screamed, telling me that I am a disappointment. 

I couldn’t take it anymore,

So I had to end it. 

It was my fault.

Right? 

None of these stories are true,

In the sense that,

These stories don’t belong to a real person,

I made them up, 

with not so vivid imagination

that does not disclude the fact that, 

there are millions of stories just like these,

And I can not sit back and relax. 

But it was their fault 

Right?