You loose

poem. story about revenge.

You know what

I’m tired of this disrespect

Tired of jumping when I hear your voice

Now I’m putting my foot down and standing erect

You’ll soon realize picking on me was a bad choice

I am through hearing all your hate

Just because we don’t wear the same shoes

No need to run, it’s too late

It’s my turn to win, sorry you loose.



Its time for you to fear me

To flinch every time I raise my hand

To realize I am not your property

Bur you’re too dumb to understand

To numb to feel my pain

So blind you can’t see you’ve driven me insane

Here’s an idea we could play a game I call revenge

I hope that word makes you cringe.



Should I

Slit your throat and watch you die

Kill your friends and watch you cry

Take you the lake and watch you drown

And giggle at every bubble as you go down

It’s a shame

It has to end; I was begging to like this game

So I guess you see no matter what you choose

It’s my turn to win, sorry you loose.