Shut up Timmy

Young Timmy rode the bus alone.
Cast out to the seat behind the driver for talking too loudly.
A punishment he didn’t deserve.
For Timmy never said a word that day.
Shut up Timmy you’re too loud! Shut up Timmy don’t sing with the radio! He looked out the window as the other children shook the bus with their banter and shouts.
From the driver; “Shut up Timmy or I’ll kick you off!”
He didn’t cry although his heart was broke. No tears showed the damage they did.
Shut up Timmy or I’ll report you to the school. You can’t disrupt the bus like this! If I have to stop this bus, you’ll be sorry!
Not a word did he say. Not a tear did he shed.
Shut up Timmy your home is just ahead!
He had suffered like this for months on end. “Shut up Timmy” even from my closest friend.
His family would not believe him when he said “they pick on me.”
This day however would not be like the others. For sitting behind him his sister was watching.
You see I didn’t say one word at all.
And now I could prove it.
I confronted the driver on the way out. “Shut up Timmy” she started to say.
But this day was different. My sister came through.
“I sat behind him all the way.”
“He didn’t say a thing and you and all the little creeps on this bus just blamed him for a bunch of monsters you couldn’t handle!”
“Yes, he’s going to be reported to the school, not for talking, but for being used as a scapegoat by you.”
But it was too late the damage was already done.
My so-called friends didn’t even stick up for me.
Only my sister had.
I would never ride that bus again.
I would walk.
At least the trees never say “Shut up Timmy!”
And friends are over-rated anyway.