Your School's Weird Kid

Your School's Weird Kid

A Poem by Brjden (Bridge-Den) Crewe
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I've always been fascinated with eclectic kids especially where most people don't have the maturity to respect their differences. We all had them or were them. This one goes terribly wrong.

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"People are fragile things, you should know by now.

  Careful what you put them through......"

                        - Corinne Bailey Rae, "Munich"

 

 YOUR SCHOOL'S

      "Weird Kid"

by Brjden "WearingATrenchCoat" Crewe

 

 

8:48 A.M.

            I Wait...

I wait in front of the

John Tate High School building, that I hate

Dad's 12 gauge Mossberg

inside the embrace of my hands

with a pain that I couldn't explain

but you know what?...

No one gives a damn

          So I wait……

And in two minutes, the bell’s gonna ring

And then the hallway will be flooded with so many

mindless sheep and prom kings and Homecoming queens the football team and wannabes

And I'm a kill as many as I can, so then I'll be free

     And I wait

               Right here, at 8:48

 

because I hate the way you people stare

and try to escape my simple presence  

and point and laugh at me like I’m a freak

Or a beast that you can catch a disease from

If you got close to me!!

 

The teachers think I’m strange

and they treat me just the same

though they’re trained to educate me

but then barely know my name!

I just wanna be ME without having to be explained

Accepted as an original,

Without playing your games


Yeah my music may be different,

I think yours is as well

That doesn’t mean we can’t talk

And be friends inside of this cell


So what I dress this way?

And my hair’s the way it is?

But I'm about to make even

on all the evil you did!


All the names and the undeserved pain

You stupid kids will feel my, emotional torment

in the form of bullets pouring though your skin

just for ignoring it!

 

Mr. Fielder's first on my list

when in front of the other kids,

Told a “weirdo” joke at my expense,  

Without recognizing the damage it did

 

Laughed and laughed, they all did

as I sat with hidden tears

a quiet rage built on the inside for the past three years

 

8:49

It’s almost time

But now I hesitate

   This isn’t me!

Though I dreamed of doing this,

can I really,

REALLY GO THROUGH WITH THIS?!?


Condensation orbits my hands  

And I start to feel sick

I can’t do this

The gun is lowered and I seemingly quit


But I just can’t forget

The hurt received because of my unacceptable characteristics, feeds a hate to react deadly causing deplorable shrieks at YOUR expense and your momentary apologies and desperate, phony pleads will surely be, the very last words from you, spoken to me!

 

Memories of people pointing and laughing leads to visions of those very same people bleeding and gasping

And then I think of my father packing

that duffle bag and forcing me to leave

Just because I’m not the vision

of whom he wants me to be

And that feedsIt feeds my own need to now proceed with killing you all today

which will kill this demon inside of me!!

 

I want to consume their fear as I stand confidently above them as they cry

And frantically beg for their lives

Then I can laugh and shine inside

 

I want to digest the pictures I paint of the bullets devouring their flesh as their chests graphically explode as their bodies begin to turn cold, their spirits claim their inevitable death!

 

My adrenaline suggests an eager happiness  

I pump on the gauge as the red stick on the clock glides right past the eight...

 

  “20 seconds”

This is for all those kids who threw things and picked on me constantly, saying “Josh is nothing but a freak!

 

  “15 seconds”

This is for all of the school’s staff who said “Josh is really strange” allowing the other kids to laugh!

 

   “10 seconds”

I just wanted to not be treated like I was less than! Because I can only be me!

A free-thinking young man! Dad wanted a football player, mom never spoke up,

the kids wanted more sheep, but does anyone care

what I want?


So this is for all of the weird kids who their revenge!

Who never had a voice or parents to love them!

Who never had friends

who never got respect

or acceptance! ACCEPTANCE!!!!!

I JUST WANTED 

ACCEPTANCE!!!!!

 

3, 2, 1………

THIS IS FOR

YOU DAD!!!!!

 

***RING***

 

 

 

© 2012 Brjden (Bridge-Den) Crewe


Author's Note

Brjden (Bridge-Den) Crewe
I remember my school's weird kid. Though I never bothered him, I didn't approach him either. He was always isolated and quiet and I saw other kids whisper about him and talk about him. I regret never doing or saying much to him today, but this piece is only brought about through my own imagination and books and tv; I could never grasp truly what goes on in the mind of someone at developmental ages of those in grade schools and how torment and not being accepted can pain children who for the most part, live to be accepted! I hope you like the piece.

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This was just so breathtaking, suspenseful, and it had me on the edge of my seat the whole time. Poems like these are what makes me want to write so much. It is poems like this that just feels my soul with passion and inspiration. I could almost feel that pain and hatred that this poem expresses. I've meet a few people that could become like this and their the first people I make friends with. They also come out to be really cool people. I just so love this poem. This is the best poem I've read in my life! I am typing this review with so much excitement right now! Good Job! Lovely Poem! Awesome Write! Thanks for the inspiration!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Brjden (Bridge-Den) Crewe

10 Years Ago

That is such an amazing and flattering assessment of this piece. Thank you so much for it! I'm glad .. read more



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As always, your character portraits are just exquisite, and the use of names makes it all the more vivid. We can see the conclusion coming in this, in some ways it reminds me of the novel, We have to Talk about Kevin.


I just wanna be ME
without having to be explained
Accepted as an original,
The hurt received by my unacceptable characteristics, and it feeds a hate to react deadly causing deplorable shrieks and your momentary apologies and phony pleads will be, the very last words from you, spoken to me!



We can see the mental health difficulties he's struggling against and yet we can also understand why. The structure allows us to really feel the time counting down and the change in size to show the hurts and frustrations and trauma he is suffering. 'Be friends in this cell' is a brilliant description of school. There are such vivid and graphic details in this too, 'hidden tears subtle rage' and 'Condensation orbits my hands'. And the mental images he is building up of what he's going to do.

I want to digest the pictures of the bullets devouring their flesh as their chests explode and their spirits claim their slow death!


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

OMG...how disturbing....but it's reality, sadly. Rock on with ya bad-self Bridgey....you know how to write the "real" stuff. Not that all of this isn't real, but you write things I'm scared to.....Nicely done.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

omg this was just..... AMAZING...i loved it u took this concept to a whole new level and made it just marvoulouse i truelly just plain LOVE IT !!!!!!
GREAT JOB AND KEEP WRITING

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

another breathtaking poem.. enough said!!
hats off to you!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


My cup of a tea while indulge in my nightly escapades, well done sir!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Mel
This was amazing. The farther along I got, the more suspense there was. I felt all the emotion of this boy, and it was such a scary thing to feel, and to acknowledge the fact that there must be a lot of students who feel this way.
'The hurt received by my unacceptable characteristics, and it feeds a hate to react deadly causing deplorable shrieks and your momentary apologies and phony pleads will be, the very last words from you, spoken to me!'
These lines really got to me. Your poem was disturbing but beautiful in its way, how you make it easy to relate to and it's understandable to us all. Well done.

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is my kind of poem..Powerful imagery..Heavy subject matter. And beautifully executed.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Again another flawless presentation. You have a way of taking an subject it making it relatable to all readers across all spectrums and that is a gift!

"It's almost time��



But now I hesitate��

This isn't me!

Though I dreamed of doing this,

can I really, REALLY DO THIS?!?

Condensation orbits my hands

And I start to feel sick��. I can't do this

The gun is lowered�� and I quit

But I can't forget

The hurt received by my unacceptable characteristics, and it feeds a hate to react deadly causing deplorable shrieks and your momentary apologies and phony pleads will be, the very last words from you, spoken to me!"


Thanks




Posted 14 Years Ago


Dark and disturbing! Very well done! I was hoping he'd change his mind......you made us really taste his pain and bitterness. Excellent piece!

Posted 14 Years Ago


I love it...I have one similar it won me a contest back in 98" I know just what you mean. people just dont get it

Posted 14 Years Ago



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