Reality Of People

by lisa marie   Dec 12, 2004


There is something about this place we call school
The disgusting reality is just too much for me
Monsters walking through the hall with cruelty in their eyes
Awaiting for their next victim to torture and despise
I feel so out of place in this agony inflicted hellhole
These crowds of rotten souls are impossible to escape
And when I look in the eyes of a helpless victim
I sob inside because i can see and feel their misery
The look in their face so dreary and abandoned
How do these ignorant people find pleasure-
In eating out the confidence and self-esteem of their peers
What exactly goes through their mind?
How can you be so apathetic about ripping apart so many lives
Everyday these people go home drowning in sorrow
Sitting in the corner of their room crying to god
This place we call school is nothing more than a misery pool
Every time I see someone being humiliated, I feel it
Bringing me close to tears, but I’d only be taken as a fool
Is that what society has come too?
The aspect of life is totally deteriorated-
By now you've realized how evil, dishonest and uncaring we all are
And this school adds on to the hateful reality of people
This hideous place makes me miserable
I find myself in the same place everyday after I return from school
Pleading and crying for something, anything-
Anything to take the pain away from these people
I plead to the karma in all the bitter people
This school, the place I spend half my life at sickens me
All these people, words, and actions related to hate
I can't take it anymore; I can’t stand being in this sorrowful mess
There is no reason to harm people who haven't harmed you
And people wonder why the teen suicide rate is up so high
You ponder on the reason why depression is so common
Open your eyes and take a look around
How can you be so oblivious to this heartbreaking epidemic

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  • 19 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    yes it is sad but true the epidemic of people are so wrapped up in themselves the pressure of todays society leaves little or no time for spirtual development communication is rare many can feel more olone in a croud than by therseves

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