Young Womanizer

I walk in the hallways,

Trying to get to class.

Dodging the bodies,

I hold my books in my grasp.

I finally see my friends in the crowd.

They yell my name out loud.

I crash against the students like big beach waves.

Meanwhile, guys crack and joke,not knowing how to behave.

I look around,

Looking for my class,

I'm finally there,

At last!

I look around at the classroom,

At the boys,

I can name them all

Jerk, Heart breaker, User,Abuser,Liar,Toyer.

Been there,done that.

That druggie,the cool guy with that hat.

I sit there,

Tap my pen.

When will this abuse ever end?

I turn and look at my friend,

Texting a boy,

Who will only use her as a toy.

I shake my head.

Reality is what I dread.

I open my binder,and get my phone.

I am so furious I just want to call home.

I text the my love,and tell him whats going on.

His response ''That's wrong.''

I notice the teacher writing on the board,

I turn off my cell.

Think what the hell?

And pick up my bag and go home.

I find the boy texting my friend,

Tell him his ways must end.

He's a young womanizer.

One of his past girls  was late.

He started freaking out as she looked at the date.

They aborted the baby,before its birthdate.

I broke into Jim's class,

Told him to stop,and stop right now,at last.

I know him,

I know his past.

Womanizing is what he does best.

I hope one day a girl puts him to the test.

This bothers me to no end,

It  has to end.

 

Reviews

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

You have a great knack of getting to the heart of a topic....
great stuff once more :)

[Soul Fire]

Thank you very much,Yas!