Bullied:
so i'll tell you a story, of this kid in my class,
all the bullies gave him a dirty look after kicking his ass.
said he had no life, couldn't explain why or how,
and i bet he's probably even crying now.
done crying out, he was scared to ask for help,
was he a loser? he constantly asked himself.
couldn't concentrate in school, couldn't take it,
wished he'd light them on fire, if he concentrated.
knew it sucked to be picked on, wanted peace
but with his supposed nerdiness, would it cease?
this kid was angry, on the verge of taking his life,
but didn't have a gun, and wouldn't do it by taking a knife.
so the next morning, after school he visited his only friend,
spilled out his heart, and his own amends.
they were sad together that day, fast crowned -
the joked on, the wannabe's, the class clowned.
they went in the dad's closet, where he kept his gun,
wanted revenge, knowing they'd get their fun.
then the next day at school. this story, i call it mine,
but its secret what happened, next day at columbine.
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