The king-like stature of my oppressor , glares at me with malice
As I reluctantly crumble under the pressure, of his intimidating palace
I bow before him, merely a shadow in his presence, I cower with fear
My towering peer, makes it undeniably clear, that his power is here
With a gesture of hand, he signals for my friends to come forth and beg
They scurry forward like mice, and obediently fall on one leg
The dull walls of this room are scattered with paintings of obvious symbolism
Some big, some small, but all add to my over-whelming feeling of pessimism
The grey and dank bares evidence of tortured souls, forced to give in to this cult
To indulge in horrific acts, of which are actually encouraged by adults
But they don’t know what goes on , outside it may look like a joyous place
But the interior banishes souls, and gets rid of any hope or optimism with haste
Sure there are people here, that are supposedly decent citizens
But they too are simply unaware, of this place’s fake innocence
three times a day, I am tortured beyond the sight of any helpful being
I find my self agreeing, that this is not what I am actually seeing
I am forced to play a part of my own demise, he wants me to blame myself
But I blame, my parents for either not noticing, or not wanting to help
I crawl home, my clothes ragged and torn, from another day of hell
My parents are bickering like children, so I decide to join in as well
I tell them I hate them, their narrow minds can’t see what lies beneath
For too long I have clenched my teeth, and now they finally realise my grief
But it is too late for my soul, this world has turned my heart into an empty pool
My life is gone, it was cruel and my public school was the murder tool
The boy lifts the gun, as his parents run in the door
‘Sorry Mom and Dad, I just can’t take it anymore’
After some research the police reported back to his parents, the news was brief
‘He was being bullied in school, and we believe his aim was to end his grief’
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