Another Lamb To The Slaughter

Look out the window,

Look at the schoolmates playing,

Wonder why you are not joining them,

Wonder why you were made like this,

Look at yourself in the mirror,

You have the same complexion as any of those people outside,

Yet they do not want you,

No, they picked you for a special job,

The scapegoat, the shit head, the dick face,

Why? You wonder,

No reason, you had been born with the burden,

The ‘annoying’ one, the label reads on your jar from the very first day of year three,

Most of those school people are swarming with pimples,

Yet they find yours the most repulsive,

Most have girlfriends, or friends who are girls, whichever,

Yet no girls will ever approach you,

When you ask why you are this way, they give you looks, and stammer up some silly excuse,

“Your just…annoying, I guess.” Most reply dumbly, turning back to whatever they were doing, leaving you out of the circle,

You try to make a joke, but most just throw it back in your face,

You try to fight back, but the punches thrown are all aimed at you,

The teachers call you ‘disorganized’, but its actually because the big dick left half the pages of your book floating down the sewage pipes,

The counselor asks what is the matter, but when you open your mouth to reply she quickly gets out a pen and scribbles down your troubles, and you are nervous, usually because the next thing she does when you leave is ring your parents,

Yours truly, dip shits!

Why don’t I just bash the living fuck out of you right now?

But you can’t, you have too gentler a heart, too intelligent a mind,

People tell you that kids who are victimized in school will become axe-murderers,

But you have never felt any of those feelings,

Life for you has never been so hard, so helpless,

Your few friends see your pain, written all over your face,

Although they’re too nervous to tell any grownup,

For they face the same pains you face, day in day out,

For the normal kids its just another lamb to the slaughter,

Another lamb on the chopping board, a board which they never even realise they made,

An axe brought down upon the lamb, an axe they never even knew they held in their hands,

The lamb screams, blood is spilt, but both the eyes and ears seem oblivious to it all,

For the normal kids it’s just another normal day,

For the lambs it’s just another normal day, too,

Another day at school.