A dark perspective during a festive time.

Believe it or not, I really don't think I was in a bad mood when I wrote this, but their is some truth in this about me. High school is really a sick game between adults and us.

The day has finally came, a time for celebration 

Proud to say, I'm no longer part of this congregation

A time for at throwing, what a great sell!

Being free at last, from this place call hell.

Friends have been made, friends we have lost

Have come at a cost.

For our sanity

For some, calamity, shootings, stabbings, general fights

Free at last, I feel high as a kite

Not to mention, what happened at night

Our new life is starting, whatever that may be

just try not to be stung by killer bees.

And to those who broke me, shoved into the sand.

Just know someday, you'll die at my hand.

Don't believe me? Well that's all right.

Destiny will strike you, her hand at midnight

You must know, dozens of others have thought

of you being smothered

At least I have.

The difference though, between me and other psychopaths 

is I think you're not good enough to kill

As many resources would be saved from your death, it's still a bigger waste

to remove a life from this Earth. 

Reviews

[Quinn]

You can really feel the emotions you had, connecting really well with the reader.

[Greg Spalding]

Thanks so much!