Pizza Face

Careful how you taunt and tease - a tortured poem by ettorney

They called him pizza face

And when he ran they gave chase
The faster he ran the more they kept pace
They used every taunt all the means to debase
No where was safe; there was no safe place

He tried oh he tried to put up a bold face
But ne'er could he handle the pain and disgrace
Things of beauty and color and lace
Were denied to the boy they called pizza face.

When he looked in the mirror preparing to brace
For the image he'd see was the worst in his case
He looked at his skin and stepped back a pace

Four years of high school, four years of pain
Four years of torture, four years of shame

But today it was different he was not too sure how
Something had changed so he furrowed his brow
His skin was still ugly and blemished but now
When he saw all the pimples it hit him like, POW!

So he readied his plans and swore that somehow
No more would he suffer not ever not now
"No more will they taunt me of this I will vow"
He was ugly and wretched and he didn't care how

But the pain and the suffering would be long gone at last
Standing six foot feeling strong and steadfast
His future was certain the dice had been cast
The pizza faced boy soon a thing of the past

He knew no more anguish his thoughts had surpassed
The life he had led before when outcast
No more was he taunted nor chided, harassed
All those b******s at school the ones he outclassed

They could never imagine what was coming their way
For he swore his revenge as he knelt down to pray
for the strength and the courage to make them all pay

So he picked up a gun as he thought with dismay
He knows what he is and he knows what they'll say
"That pizza faced boy brought death and decay"
When he painted the school with their blood that sad day.

And then came a time when the tears were all dry
After the funerals where bereft families cry
After the moments to mourn and say bye

The parents of children who alas were to die
Would wonder forever and think with a sigh
That boy with the acne so quiet and shy
What made him do it, "I don't understand why?"

Author's Note

Again, I have no idea where these morbid thoughts come from. I blame the squirrel running around in my head.

Reviews

[A.Lee]

Well, the squirrel in your head did a very good job. You developed this really well. I could see it going in a PSA. At first I though he was just going to kill himself, but then... It really makes you think. Bullies are awful. And then they blame the person who was bullied when they flip. It takes a team effort.. the bullies need to stop, surrounding friends and family need to take notice, and the victim needs to speak up. Nice work.
io

[Ruth]

Bless him!
This is wonderful - poignant and makes me wonder why life is like this really! Even more so, than normally lol xx

[Gomer LePoet]

Well E I did not care for the subject at the end, but up until that point, I thought this was an extremely good write. It still is and will stand on its own merit. Im guessing this took a while to compile and complete. Good work

[zombiikillah666]

bullys.
bullys suck.
i'd shoot em' too.
hahahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHhahahahaha......
yea. good job. (: like it, like it alot. (:

[Kasey Jones]

The ending is haunting.
This poem has great rhythm and flow and that makes it even more dramatic.
I like this part: "Four years of high school, four years of pain
Four years of torture, four years of shame"

[Poeticpiers]

Too close to the truth for comfort.

[Truly Ross-Wisehart]

Bullying. As a parent I have always told my children...

"Do not EVER let me find out that you have been labeled a bully"

My best friend in childhood turned a gun on himself instead of his tormentors. This is very well written.

~True

[deeps]

I really enjoyed this write. It has a amazing flow as well as a rhyme scheme.
I like this alot. Very well written and creative.

[Devons]

This is excellent. At first I just thought it was going to be an exercise in humour and rhyme - but in the end it became much much more than just that.. It tells a touching story that anyone who has been bullied in any way or become an outcast of society will understand only too well. Ideas of the nature only seen in places like Columbine, or heard in the words of songs such as I Don't Like Mondays.. All encompassed by this poem's dark side.
A humorous, sad, and somewhat disturbing piece of work - interesting that the humour is largely only in the first section, which shows how one can easily dismiss such abuse as mere 'fun and larks'. An important lesson to those who just disregard these once ordinary people as mere 'lunatics'.
Often these ideas lurk within many a tortured mind, provoked by the inhumanity and callousness of society at large. It doesn't take much for them to explode into action.
Extremely good.

[Sasha]

This is very well written. I enjoyed that you told the boy's story from start to finish and did a great gob of conveying how hard it was for him to be teased, then what the tortue ultimately led to. Great job.