Rage Against The Boy Called Teacher

Rage Against The Boy Called Teacher

A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx
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Just on 11/17/11.

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I am looking for the reasons to not be angry

At this new task of not talking to anyone outside of this class.

I am trying to find the reasons why I am hated and misguided.

Gripped by my wrath, rage, livid fury no one understands,

My heart pounds in heat and my breathing is deep.

Enough has come to enough.

The pain of being called a liar and being controlled by the world

Is too much for me to carry anymore.

I am done, and if this world cannot accept that then they will be six feet deep.

Enough is enough when I say it is and by the way world?

You’ve messed up, screwed up, and now you’ll suffer the way I do.

Just because you think you can control me, and just because I’m in a room that you occupy

Does not give you the right to control me.

I will do what I damn well please.

And if you have a problem, say it to my face.

Be a man, and say it.  Don’t write it on a sheet of scrap paper and hand it to me.

You coward.  You pathetic excuse for a male persona.  You are nothing but a boy.

Just like the world.  Just like the boys who had hurt me.

Think twice next time, you pathetic excuse.

Because if you don’t, you’ll be clear up to the head in crap,

In your tears as you take your last dying breath.

© 2011 xXxCynicalWarsxXx


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Awesome done hun!
I can definielty feel the anger!!
Amazing word use, I loved it!!

~A Fallen Heroine~

Posted 13 Years Ago


ANGRY!!!! I hate these kinds of feelings... makes me wanna go out and slap the next man I see! hahahaha!!
great usage on words and feeling. = )

Posted 13 Years Ago



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