Violence (Do the right thing poem)

How can you have a perfect life one day and have nothing the next day?

Maybe my whole life has been in a bubble

That I cannot escape from the ones who pull me in

I know I pretend

To be one of them

Who has reminded me how worthless I am.

Through my whole life I’ve been a great person

And now, my choice of friends has ruined my chance at being “that guy”.

The guy who is so smart

The guy who is so cool

The guy who is so amazing

The guy who did the right things.

They made me do things I’ve never would’ve done in the past.

Drugs, Stealing, Shooting, and Fighting

All violence

All wrong

All mean

All horrible

All I regret.

I should have stayed in school,

Lived my life (the right way),

Went to college,

Had a family,

Be a real adult.

Now I’m in jail praying that I had stayed with

My old friends

My old family

My old life

And ignored those guys who said the words I would never like to hear  

“Want to be cool??”