Saturday, November 19, 2011

A walk in the park (piece)

I know English today


I never liked soccer


I have many friends


Don't beat on my pillow


I now like to talk


I'm not scared, I'm smiling


I just like to walk


Don't beat on my pillow


My eyes will not shut


My mom can't stop crying


I told her we're playing


I'm not really dying


Those kids do not hate me


I play Call of Duty


I listen to Hip Hop


I shop at the mall


I'm always in love


So when fists were flying


I thought of that girl


Like somehow she watched


Like if I pulled through


We'd go to the movies


And she'd help me through


This hell for the different


This hell for the distant


the laughter


the violence


its just who they are


don't know why they hate me


we made it this far


it just can't escape me


I hate them
I love them
I just want to walk!


Why couldn't they let me


There's blood on my pillow

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