Rejected,
add and deflected,
they make it seem like being happy is so easy,
but it's not,
it hurts like shit before you even consider smiling.
Hiding, not my body, just my soul.
it's not like anyone noticed.
I hate making them bleed,
but I have to protect what I have to protect,
to earn the respect,
they say thats all there is,
but I hate that thats all they think it is.
If I fight...
my parents won't know,
they wouldn't notice,
so why not stop?
but if I do the whole school is gonna look down at me like I'm shit.
They wouldn't sacrefice themselves,
just me,
just me and my self loathing apathy.
Coward, prick, nothing.
Seems like they're hypocrites for not fighting,
but after a while,
I want to fight,
i need to fight.
I hated it before but now its all I am.
Makes me smile,
makes me laugh,
they lay there squirming and I stand there tall,
can't touch me because I'll beat you down again,
I'll make you bleed because It makes me smile.
I'll make you cry your fucking eyes out because it's what I do now.
Just walk away, you don't want this.
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well wait.. i did leave a comment...... lol... well anyways. yep i keep reading it
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dude i keep coming back andreading this every once in a while and i realized i never left a comment. fucking amazing lol. i can't stop reading it. i like the line "ill make you bleed because it makes me smile"
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Seems pretty good but I'm a bit bad at processing stuff that does not rhyme and have counted lines. But I seemed to get this a bit.
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dude. idk you... but you litereally... just omg. this is like ... the same exact deal for me like... oh my damn. i love this poem
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