PRO ILLUSIO (poetry)

(Note the Sarcasm)

I want to slap Ignorance round the face,
I want Egoism expelled from school,
I want Arrogance shunned in every class,
I want to kick Bullying out of the halls.

I want to trample Temper in the corridors,
I want to punch Pride at the brook of its nose,
I want to laugh intimidatingly at Humiliation,
I want Bullying hanged on the rope.

I want to slam Violence into a brick wall,
I want to marvel at Malice at its knees,
I want revenge on Discrimination,
I want Bullying to die in the breeze.

I want to spit at all disobedient Asperities,
I want to smack some sense into petty high-school jealousy,
I want to strangle the obscenities of sarcasm,
I want to intoxicate Bullying with ecstacy.

Thank you, my wonderful bullies,
You have slapped me silent,
expelled my confidence,
Are you proud of yourselves yet?

You have shunned me voiceless,
Kicked me endlessly,
Trampled my glasses,
Is is satisfying? Exhilerating?

You have punched my optimism too many times,
Laughed at my insecurity,
Hung my freedom,
Would it still be so thrilling if you were the one on the ground?

You have slammed me into depression,
Marveled at my fear,
Taken revenge on my self-esteem,
You call yourselves friendly?

You have killed me in countless daylights,
Spit at my angst at night,
You have smacked me shameful,
(I dare say)...pleased?

You have strangled my faith,
Intoxicated my dignity,
You have fucked up my life,
Believe it or not.

I want to thank the teachers for being truant,
I want to say, 'thank you all for the help you've given me',
Moving me next to them was such a good idea!
(note the sarcasm).

I want to tell you now,
That at some point I felt like I was the one doing something wrong,
Doing something that triggered this huge fuck-up,
And what's funny, is that, the teachers called them angels,
That's the biggest mistake they made.

Dear teachers, parents, brother, bullies,
I'm leaving now, so fuck you all,
I'm leaving, leaving, leaving,
To a place where real Angels exist.