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I’m push
I’m made fun of
And yet I show kindness
Why do I do this
Why do I show kindness to the jerks of this world
Is it for the thought they will change
Or some forum of hope
I should just give
These jerks see nothing in me
They see me as a little kid a childe
Even do I’m older than them they see me that young
Looks isn’t everything I might look 12 to 14 but yet I’m older in my actions
Just because I stay home and talk to my friends on the net doesn’t mean I have no life
I have a life and I’m happy with it but no these jerks see this as a weakness
As something to make fun of and yet they always talk big.
Well this is what I think you talk big but yet you’re a loser at the end
I don’t jug people unless I’m force to I see everyone as the same but yet they don’t
These jerks have no clue to the hate they keep feeding
The hate that I try so hard to control
Its because of them this all might end bad
Its because of them I might snap
I do my best to control but yet I fail to achieve control
I get so close to were I can close my grip on it and than a smart remark is said that enrages me
The past is the past it should remained the past like are great leaders who said study the past to change the future
These who dwell on the past are the ones who are set up to fail
And they are set up to fall… hard
They are the ones who pull the trigger of life
And yet I’m the one holding there life in my hands
To pull this trigger to end a life but get rid of hate
Yet doing this I shall damn my soul to hell
Only for short while I can rest before I’m tried
Now I close my eyes and pray that my friends that I talk to can stop me form doing it stop me form pulling the trigger and looking down a smoking gun.