I'm constantly tormented
By the people who I've come to hate
I wish I didn't have so many hostiles
But I know my wish is too late
I don't know what I did
To deserve such negative attention
There are so many.....
It's like a Bullies Convention
I just want to get by
And go on with my life
But no matter what it is I do
Someone always wants to cause strife
Like one time, a kid thought
I had a ***** over a teacher
And the amount of times he said it
Almost convinced me he was a preacher
One day I'd had enough
Decided that he wasn't so tough
"Go on, say it again"
I dared him
"You had a ***** and that was it
I snatched my pen off my desk
Called him over and stabbed his chest.
He pulled out his Ipod charger
And whipped me with the cord
I stabbed him once again
My stationery, my sword
But Justice didn't win
For it never does
He kept up his stupid act
The sight of him gave me an adrenaline buzz
I was half hopeful I'd get another shot
To crash his act, make his friends leave him to rot
But before I got another chance
He dropped out and my confidence began to advance
I now know how to fight
But I promised to never act irrationally
This promise that I keep
May just be
The death of me.
Yet the torment continues,
I've given up on threats
But I know what's happening behind the scenes
People are placing bets.
How long until I snap?
Well, I already have
I've put up with too much
Time for the good guy to turn bad
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
I'm constantly tormented
By the people who I've come to hate
I wish I didn't have so many hostiles
But I know my wish is too late
I don't know what I did
To deserve such negative attention
There are so many.....
It's like a Bullies Convention
I just want to get by
And go on with my life
But no matter what it is I do
Someone always wants to cause strife
Like one time, a kid thought
I had a ***** over a teacher
And the amount of times he said it
Almost convinced me he was a preacher
One day I'd had enough
Decided that he wasn't so tough
"Go on, say it again"
I dared him
"You had a ***** and that was it
I snatched my pen off my desk
Called him over and stabbed his chest.
He pulled out his Ipod charger
And whipped me with the cord
I stabbed him once again
My stationery, my sword
But Justice didn't win
For it never does
He kept up his stupid act
The sight of him gave me an adrenaline buzz
I was half hopeful I'd get another shot
To crash his act, make his friends leave him to rot
But before I got another chance
He dropped out and my confidence began to advance
I now know how to fight
But I promised to never act irrationally
This promise that I keep
May just be
The death of me.
Yet the torment continues,
I've given up on threats
But I know what's happening behind the scenes
People are placing bets.
How long until I snap?
Well, I already have
I've put up with too much
Time for the good guy to turn bad
This is true. My life continually ***** because so many people put me down. But I have friends, a girlfriend, and my family. It's hard to ignore these tormentors when they're constantly around. I just want to hit someone so... god.... **** bad.
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