Not One Caring Soul

I haven't been having the best year of my life, 8th grade is a really tough time. This poem just describes what really is happening with middle school these days.
I don't understand you.
How can you say things and not even think twice?
What is this world coming to?
All I tried to do was be nice.

My patients has faded,
I will no longer take this,
All of my information, you have raided.
I'm gonna punch and not miss.

First I will take out your face.
The thing that said the words that hurt.
I will hit every place.
And then in your face, I will kick dirt.

I'll break your bones one by one.
Hear them crack and become limp.
I hope you scream a ton.
You fight like a wimp.

Your cries of pain,
is music to my ears.
This is such a fun game.
I say through my laughed tears.

I just want you all to know,
this happens everyday,
And I think this will show,
This is how you might pay.

By Carli Finley
Published: 11/21/2007
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