Ichigosluver

A long time ago When I was very young I learned I was special And that I was the only one Who liked what I liked And in the order I liked them And I felt special But as I grew older People tried to force A label, a stereotype onto me Like it was my identity When they couldn't find one that fit They huffed and they puffed and got into a tiff That I always found so funny Until they set me aside and started on the next That walked on to the scene And fit them in a role That they used to taunt and make jokes about Whether it be their religion, sex or ethnicity I found it quite cruel Yet I was alone when I stood up to them T

I once had a nightmare That scared me so bad I cried and screamed and nearly peed the bed It didn't show me monsters Or murderers Or creeps It didn't show me death Or giant bugs Or even pickled beets It showed me something That only I fear Something that makes All my good dreams disappear It showed me a world where children cried And no one was there to hold them It showed me a world where people only live to fight And kill and slaughter well into the night It showed me a world that just didn't care About anyone or anything And the scariest part of all Is when I woke up I realized the world I saw Hadn't been a dream and

Today we say goodbye To a child no one really knew Until she went missing That day in June A child so young She had never seen the world Too young to even see the day She'd get married Or even graduate This poor little child That no one saved Whose mother lied And got away No justice for this little one Our hearts are broken So here I give this little token No one could ever say How she died or who Ended this girl's life That day in June But we all know one thing And it rings true Her mother got away with murder Because of that day in June So many have been affected And her story rings true For this little child

Day after day, I walk down these halls Past friends that are talking and yelling to call People walk by me Like I'm not even there Teachers, Staff, Students Like they don't even care They say no one knows whose here the next day Because they walk on by Like they don't even care Preps, Jocks, Goths, Teachers They all think alike "I don't know them." "Why should I care?" "I have better things to do." Because they don't even care The new girl sits in the back of the class No one has looked at her and greets her as she pass She wonders if they even know her name And as time pasts, she realizes They don't care "So why do the s

There are these few kids That everyone knows The popular The pretty The ones to be Who enjoy bringing misery They pick on that one girl who is good at art They pick on that one boy who likes to wear pink They pick and they taunt and they tease It doesn't matter to them if their prey starts to cry Or yells back to make the cruel things stop They have their own problems And this is the way They can let them all out The pretty blond with divorced parents The jock with a druggie brother The best friends who didn't make the cheerleading team Problems of their own That come out in their words Until the day, their prey can't take

She's walking down the hall She's not really that tall And she's a little over weight And her hair's not quite straight They laugh and they point and they joke all about They scream and they shout And no one stands up for the girl Teachers walk on by Pretending they don't see her cry They're not bad people, they just don't care She's not in their class And that's all that matters here It doesn't mater to them if she's not in school tomorrow Or the next day Or the next Until they hear what happened that day After the taunting and teasing Shocked to find she went home and cried And picked up her dad's gun that was at her sid