Rodent
Is there no way out of my own evil thoughts?
I'm so bitter from all of this distraught.
Its been deteriorating so quickly;
your insensitive and shallow remarks.
you called me a faggot, loser, insane?
Yet teachers will claim theres no one to blame.
I refuse to admit that i am angry.
"Suck it up! Get over yourself! Be a man!"
If you really mean that, you don't know first hand.
But since you understand, give me an escape,
From the remarks and hatred given to me.
For what? The clothes i wear, My Personality?
I'll tell you this, all guilty hearted patrons;
you breed hate like rodents with your insults,
And the hatred you have made will haunt you greatly.
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