The Runner

Tue, 09/16/2014 - 15:43 -- Dan98

Facing large crowds of violent words

Hidinding in the corner want to find an escape.

Made fun of for being to soft and too nice.


Agression fills his mind,

blood boils and steam rolls.

Standing up can't take it no more.

Fists flying bodies hit the floor.


Hide behind the bathroom stall door,

Crys in pain for the blood on his knuckles.

Can't handle this feeling.


THe words stop and people fear,

they have unleased the monster within

This time the world will pay for the sins.


Can't run away anymore,

blood stains on the floor.

Words can't hurt him


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