On the edge
On the edge, ready to die and five times I've failed.
I just don't understand it, life is a living hell.
I can't stand the taunting and teasing.
Then I have to stand on my own two feet like my life is so easy .
But it's cool, they say.
But I see the victim's tortured face.
The look of silent disgrace.
That poor pitifull look but I look away.
I'm a monster, I hate it, but I can't stop- I've gone too far.
I'm the powerful leader in this school- like war.
I don't have it all.
My victims have more than me.
But I'm pretty and popular and that's all I need.
Well, maybe on that last kid I could've taken it a little easy.
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