High School

Everyday I walk through crowds of killers.

The pungent smell of hate burns my nose.

Their cruel jokes murder my poor ears.

You are so hatefull to eachother.

Last week a girl killed herself and your already spreading rumors about her.

How could you people be so heartless?

You don't seem to notice how your words effect others.

Your all soul killers.

Poetry Slam: 


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