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??”
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Violence (Do the right thing poem)
Non-FictionThis is what happens when you want to be "cool". You do things you don't mean. PLEZ COMMENT AND VOTE