I walk through the halls
smile as I pass
kind friends that I love
feeling happiness that won't last
and then there are those ones
They start whispering
sinful people that I hate
staring at me...
Stop staring at me!
Laughing, they're laughing at me
I feel hate creep into my heart
whispering at me
telling me to kill them
my hands shake
I'm reaching toward them
My subconscious screaming at me
telling me to stop
Once again I do
but in the back of my mind
there is an image
disturbingly pleasnt
Their eyes wide open in suprise
The feeling of the racing pulse in their neck
My hands breaking the fragile bones
and finally they stop moving
everyone is dead
I smile again
for I am purely insane
yet no one knows it yet
so until then
I will remain the good child
who gets good grades
and goes to church
knowing that god can save
Don't look to closely though
for you'll see right through
you'll see a trembling body
that wish's to kill you
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