No one really notices the quiet ones
An obvious reason I suppose
But they notice them when the push them down the stairs
When they dump milk in their hair
When they get the voice to yell
And you know damn well you’ll notice them when the
Hold a gun to your head
You see
That “good girl”
That “emo kid”
That “stupid boy”
That “fat girl”
Will be angry
And you just might push one of us over the edge
And we’ll finally be noticed when we
Hold a gun to your head
Can you imagine the excitement they’d feel when your dead
I wonder if I’d laugh
Probably not
eh, maybe I would
Who knows
No one would really care
Popular kids are so damn blind
Only thinking about their status
And what they’re going to do to that poor kid next
They probably wouldn’t notice until
A gun was held to their head
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No I'm not going to pull an idiotic stunt and shoot the bullies
It's an anti-bullying poem. When people are bullying someone they never think that the person they are bullying will kill them instead of themselves. Neither is a good idea.
P.S. If you can think of a song for this please give me the name in a PM or comment. I can't think of any at the moment =/
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Sick of Crying. Tired of Trying. Yeah I'm Smiling But Inside I'm Dying: Volume 2
PoesíaSome of my more recent poems with songs added to them. This is Volume 2, so be sure to also check out Volume 1. I'll have another 60 in this book as well.
