When I go back to memories, I feel regret.

I’m an innocent child, about to be harmed with words.

Laughter fills my ears, as hurtful words fly out of their mouths.

Faces flashing before my eyes.

I didn’t know I would regret this,

Not just that day, but for the rest of my life.

I should have stood up.

I long for a second chance-

Wish I could go back and change the past, or forget it all together.

The past makes me rue.

Decisions give me anxiety.

I wish life would have slowed down.

I should have stood up.

Regret is always creeping along behind me.

I just wanted it to be over.

I just wanted to leave.

I just wanted it to end.

I should have stood up.

When I go back into memories, they haunt me.

They call my name, blaming me for what happened.

I still try to convince myself that it was only their fault, but I should have stood up.

I want to believe the bullies stopped, 

But I know they just moved to another innocent soul.

Life Has moved on, 

But I haven’t.

I have a regret,

I should have stood up.