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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hate encompasses the young man
[time] => 2004-01-12 22:25:36
[hometext] => Thinking about what a emphasis we place on being accepted in life. I thought of what the kids that are considered outcasts, what they would do when fed up with it.
[bodytext] => ------_______--------- He sits there all alone, An outcast from all, No one to call his own, For this young man is about to make his call. He sits silently reading his books, Pointed at and whispered about, All because of his awkward looks, No groups, no friends, he was always on the out. For years he has thought of a way, A way to make them notice him, Tomorrow they will notice, tomorrow is the day, He will make his mark, but it will be one so grim. The carnage of bodies strew across the school, Them begging for his forgiveness, Knowing they always thought him the fool, This will be their sentence. He will unleash a fury of mayhem, A passion of his own surprise, For they will die by his hand, Their faults and name-calling, their own demise. He can see it all in his head, Them all running, blood all over the place, All of the ones that made fun of him dead, Seeing all the fear and pain in their face. He continues to sit alone; he thinks it all out, He continues to plan his goal, He almost hears the guns shout, He can see the anguish of all their souls. He is not ashamed of his feelings, He has taken his fair share, He is done with all the unfair dealing, He knows what he is doing here, he knows they don’t care. He wakes in the morning, the day of reckoning, This faithful day could have had a good end, One little world, a simple little beckoning, All he wanted is one simple friend. He knows what he must do, He sold out his soul to get to this path In his own point of view, The weak and mean must feel his wrath. A simple hello how are you, A simple showing of friendship, A little my name is, that would do, None of that matters now, for this young man has finished empting his last clip. The bodies lay all about, The fury and the pain can now end, No more insults, no more curses, he decides to get out, Pulls the trigger, bullet though his head, broken lives, no way to mend. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 399 [topic] => 13 [informant] => MajesticPoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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