Rage

My eyes are popping,
My mouth is frothing,
My mind is bulging,
It's all confusing,
I'm clenching a fist,
I'm locking my wrist,
I'm not showing remorse,
He's going down with force,
A crown is merging,
All heads are turning,
Stories are stirred,
Words are slurred...

He hit's the ground,
Teachers gather 'round,
The buzz is dead,
His nose is red,
Now I'm scared,
The teachers stared,
I looked at the floor,
I was feeling poor...

Teacher going sick,
said I was thick,
Corridoor gets shorter,
As the door comes closer,
Behind was the head,
Ignored what he said,
Level 3 detention,
Now I'm working on redemption!

by MindTwister
posted on 01/29/2008