The Return of Albinoboy

It feels like there is a black storm cloud,
Lingering over my soul,
But I will see hell before any bully,

Stops me from achieving my writing goal.

I hear the old year eights saying I really hate that guy,

there friends replie I don't like him either,

As sickening as it sounds,

Just for being Albino they wouldn't give me a breather. 

They seem to forget that a poet like me never says die,
There will come a day,
When all the bullies will kiss their evil rein in school goodbye,

If your a victim of bullying who is stressed and oppressed,
I am writing for you are not on your own,
What you are seeing now is the return of Albino-boy.
Follow me as I walk along the road to becoming.
One of the greatest poets they you ever known,

Don't take me as a small time Albino,

I am a lyrical solider amongst men,

The path to being a poet began in year ten,

All those who have read my rhymes,

Have never looked at me in the same way again,

There is no force or power which can match the power of the written word,

So for all those bullies who have got it in for me, 

What you did to me and the others will not go unheard,

My bullies are now turning on my sister and brother,

But we are unit,

Through thick and thin we look out for each other,

Its the return of Albinoboy,

I am back in with the pen and the page to finish the bullies one after another,