Dec 2017
**** them **** them all
Reflect on their words show them your absurd.
They hurt you now it's your turn.
Turn the tables light them up and watch them burn.
Show them the scars of lovers past.
You creep you ****** up creep.
Speak.
But use knives and a gun.
Make them bleed like the art on your wrist.
That made them run and snitch on you.
Their all fools so end their life.
Use your knife forget pain and strife.
It's DysFucktionals time.
Reflect on their words show them your absurd.
They hurt you now it's your turn.
Turn the tables light them up and watch them burn.
Show them the scars of lovers past.
You creep you ****** up creep.
Speak.
But use knives and a gun.
Make them bleed like the art on your wrist.
That made them run and snitch on you.
Their all fools so end their life.
Use your knife forget pain and strife.
It's DysFucktionals time.
This is another poem about the trials of being different in a school that's has a social structure worse then that of the society we live in now . Feminism is a swear word in this school of mine and homophobia seems to be feared and I wish I could change their mindsets of erase their thoughts I don't know how to help the creatures living at my school this is the problem with testosterone
