Tears;
heavy tears.
Roll down his face.
He just wants to be dead;
Doesnt wanna wait.

Words;
Buring words.
Scortch his heart
pain opposed to happines
he cant tell them apart.

Taste;
Bitter taste.
wants to be somthing better
amazing
that dream he wants to chase.

Face;
Sweet face.
Smiles to the others
but the others look away.
They don't do the same.

Sleep;
Missing sleep.
Endless nights, finds no peace.


Money;
No money.
All his peers are laughing
they really think its funny.

Stunning;
Not stunnin.
Ugly on the outside,
he would be prepared but he didnt see it coming.

Pounds;
Heavy pounds.
Not fun to cary, when you walk around.
Always lookin down.

Identity;
Sweet identity
but who is he.
He is what the tell him to be,
looser, gay-boy,... fatty.

Choice;
he didnt choose it.
He screams " F@$# society , if im a fatty then i'll chew right through it "
Go ahead let it hit me in the chest
like a bullet
if thats your trigger go and pull it.
I dare you.