Seventh grade poem...A Poem by micky
Seventh grade poem...
i would often leave my teachers in a standing ovation mastering my piece of art showing of my creation imprinting each and every single part never caring that someone always ended up dead never caring that i left them with tears in there eyes never knowing they actually listened to what i said they left me to my own demise Words... flowed out of me like blood from my wrists words... was all i had left grazed knuckles are all i have left from my fists never believed in fate dangerous school,dangerous mind girls in the bathroom being raped but for them i had no time,i was just trying to find.... peace...but there were to many broken boys in the locker room who liked pink to many fights,to many scars to many "bottle after bottle"leaving me hollow... to many strangers cars trying to push down my tears,trying to swallow so now my seventh grade teachers eyes begin to sting As my sentences,my words,my rhymes, become there reality "just another misbehaved kid" teachers don't realize a thing maybe if you all open your eyes and look around you'll see... Fights... bottles... Scars... Tears... strangers Cars... Fears... Just maybe you'll understand that my rage... isn't a phase it's not another teenage stage just maybe you'll see there is no hope left...none not for you or him or her... not for me or anybody honestly i'm ready to give up...honestly i'm DONE! But the only way to tell you people this, is through a poem open your eyes... honestly I shouldn't have to tell you which one of your students have a broken home Look on the bathroom stalls... it actually says "someone please help me" your supposed to be our "role models", our "hero's" but i guess that's to big of a "supposed to be" © 2015 mickyFeatured Review
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Added on April 7, 2015Last Updated on April 7, 2015 Tags: micky AuthorRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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