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The Freak
written by lifesux80212:14 AM 4/23/05I am nobody.
No I am not nobody, I am somebody.
I am the freak they call in school.
You don't know how I feel.
I hate when you people make me down.
But then my mommy tells me to screw you all.
Then he came along.
He was a loner.
We became friends like that.
But then he went on the dark side.
After that we haven't talk sence.
I cryed and cryed.
I wanted to hurt myself or somebody.
So I thought to my self.
Why not kill them all.
So the next day I went to school with a gun, I stole from my father.
I walked into my class room,
and shot anyone in my way.
Everone was freaking out.
I saw the horor on their faces.
I was happy.
I was showing them the pain they caused me.
After that I don't remeber the rest.
All I remeber is pointing the gun to my head,
and pulling the trigger, and the blood pouring out of my head. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
how this kid felt when everone picked on him. so he went to school and shot ppl in his way. then he killed him self.
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