When I Come Around

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A small poem I wrote when I was being bullied a while back, for the third time.

Submitted: January 12, 2012

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The proverbial gun is loaded,
Just cock it and aim.
You place your soft fingers against my temple
And all you need to do is pull the trigger.

But I grasp it in my calloused hand,
And the safety lock clicks on.
The spring uncoils like a dead snake,
And the bullet shrinks back like a beaten dog.

You don't know what I've been through,
What I've seen
And what's been said to me.

Put your toy away,
you can't kill me.


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