Playground Kid!!

Walk down the road, swagger intact.
Confidence shining as a matter of fact.
No twitches in his walk. All dressed, Boot Strapped.
with some of the usual stuff in his backpack.
For the playground kids, He`s the center of attention
Little wave to his friends, a look around inspection
All clear. Take`s out a smoke.
In the far corner, a kid is about to choke.
He`s all tense, sweat dripping, blood pleasure is low.
He had failed his parents as he had just started to grow.
Only a teenager, failing in school.
"What would his family say?. Would they consider him a fool?"
Gathering these thoughts, He looks around.
See`s this "failure" of a kid. smoking a cigarette.
"Why is he considered cool?". As he tried to figure it.
His things "fall out" and he trips over the "sour" books.
Instead of a helping hand. Laughs and a pitying look.
A tear in the eye and the fear of embarrassment.
But then a hand out of nowhere stretches forward.
It`s the "same kid" looking onward.
Too shocked,confused. Whether to take the help?
Gulping down the doubts. A hand stretched out.
Shy, Fear creeping. So stressed out.
A walk to the gate with a question in mind.
"Why did you help me?"
The answer. A smile.
"I see myself in you. "