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Bent
Wasting time, writing a poem
How do I escape from my home?
Basic clothes and colored hair
What would you do when I'm no longer there?
Glare at me when walking in the mall
I wish I could escape it all.
People hurt me with what they say
It continues to fester every single day.
My heart is a mess, but I'm not covered in blood
But my emotions continue to flood.
I think about dying, what it would be like
But I don't want a sympathy strike.
Most people tend to stray; I'm not like them,
But there are a couple I can call my friends.
And when I think of them, I become content.
For those who don't like me, you can go get bent.
I can sense there are..
I can sense there are some people
Who you resent
And would like nothing more
Than them to torment
Here is a good way I think you can vent
Kill them and pack their body in cement
It may be expensive, but it's money well spent
Don't care for my comment? It was well meant
Hope you don't wish that I too should get bent