How does it make you feel
To know that your tantrums
Actually did something for once?
How does it make you feel
To know that your tantrums
Caused a little girl to hate herself
More than she already did?
How does it make you feel
To know that you,
A demon,
The Devil,
A person from living hell,
Has hurt us?
Has hurt the smallest,
The most innocent,
The most insignificant
Creatures in that fucking school
How do you think we felt?
How do you think we liked your tantrums?
Do this think we cared about your temper?
Do you think we wanted it to be this way?
How do you sleep at night
Knowing what you've done?
YOU ARE READING
My weird emo poetry
RandomSeventh/Eighth grade french messed me up -DISCLAIMER- I will not be using real names, and will be calling said person Mr. Eff.
