The CollectorA Poem by Just Me
You get bullied, picked on, teased, thrashed,
eventually your heart turns to ash, The picking and teasing all piles up, that's when you think you've had enough, you tell them to stop in your strongest voice, then it continues you don't have a choice. If you want the picking to halt, you don't dare tell the adults, If you want the thrashing to cease, Don't ever go to the police. because you know what happens if you do, they will all come after you. "Snitch, moron, baby, buffoon," Don't worry the names will end soon, The thrashers are always the first to hit, fallowed by the bullies, pickers, teasers then the Witch, She is their leader, chief, director, she is an evil murderous collector, She gathers the schools most feared beasts, so there is nothing she can't defeat. When comes the hallways clear, even the teachers cower in fear, Now she comes with eyes dark as night, to join the painful bloody fight. Now she looks at you with dangerous eyes, and opens her mouth full of lies, " Is it true you challenged me, I always win, can't you see?" She gave a motion and everyone cleared, Then she came forward and appeared. " You should know we need some recruits, that is my last offer to you." I swallowed hard and shook my head, so this is how my life would end. " Too bad, you would do," Then she kicked me with her shoe. The last thing you'd hear before she finished you, was in your last second or two. "I win, you loose," then she devoured you. © 2012 Just MeAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on April 1, 2012 Last Updated on April 1, 2012 AuthorJust MePAAboutWell, I don't know where to start. I live in the USA I speak english and some french. My real name is Megan. I love to write little stories or poems to make me feel happier. I also love to draw in my .. more..Writing
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