taunted
Each day, forced to see,
the 'humans' looking down at me.
Who enjoy the pain that they create,
all who claim that that's my fate.
The one above, giving commands,
surrounding me, with so called 'friends'.
like a plague that's meant just for me,
this can not be, my destiny.
The teachers, blind, ignore it all,
when noticed, and asked, "what's goin on?"
they reply: "It's just for fun, we mean no harm."
Thiere faces are as mean,
as their life has heen.
But one day i'll end it all,
sweep away one and all.
the 'humans' looking down at me.
Who enjoy the pain that they create,
all who claim that that's my fate.
The one above, giving commands,
surrounding me, with so called 'friends'.
like a plague that's meant just for me,
this can not be, my destiny.
The teachers, blind, ignore it all,
when noticed, and asked, "what's goin on?"
they reply: "It's just for fun, we mean no harm."
Thiere faces are as mean,
as their life has heen.
But one day i'll end it all,
sweep away one and all.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| wYSe: | Vrijdag, februari 09, 2007 00:49 |
| Je woorden zijn zeer herkenbaar, en ik ken je pijn. Maar onthoudt, straks ben jij in het voordeel, omdat jij altijd extra je best moest doen om mee te komen. Dus wacht maar tot jij de mensen uitlacht als je in je BMW langskomt, als zij naar de lopende band lopen ;) |
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| Auteur: daniels ron | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ;o)x | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 december 2003 | ||
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