Bully
BullyBully bully what do you get out of picking on me?
Do you feel better about yourself ,does it fill you with glee?
Don't you see that all I want to do is be the human that I am.
My true feelings you don't give a damn.
All this anger truely does build inside .
Oneday I am going to explode cause this anger I can no longer hide.
Why so much hate on me go bother someone else right now.
What do you recieve by always shooting me to the ground.
Does it make your confidence high?
You make my life much worse then it already is ,now I wish to die.
There is only so much of this I can take.
I go home and in my room everything I want to break.
Tomorrow I will make you pay.
Cause I am making plans this day.
For all those times you made and picked on me while you were thinking it's fun.
Well I went into my father's closet and now I have his gun.
So I seen the bully shot him 3 times then down the hallway I begin to run.
Everyone is looking at me all scared but i thought my problems was done.
The cops came out of no where they told me to drop the gun so i begin to panic.
I put the gun to my head pulled the trigger and my body dropped down like the titanic.
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