The Revenge They Deserve

~~~Yes i understand that the text below doesn't contain that of a poem. it is a story and it means allot to me~~~~~

I can�t stand the way people look at me as if I'm committed to insanity. They laugh and taunt me as if I was not made up of emotion. The questions of death and wonder blur together as I'm holding my blade. No one understands a day I'm my worn out Vans.
It's as if all the laughter has been put inside of me to create a wall of insanity. No person has ever made up to me, after they destroyed the person I used to be. The fun and joyful creation made up of smiles and laughter has turned and made me the outcast of everybody. I feel as if I am the ground people have used to step on, or to laugh at. As if I was made this way to make everyone else torture me. The pain caused by them everyday builds up inside of me. My numb shaking body, tense to everyone how comes near. I know that they�ll hurt me. I know that I�ll be the one leaving this life in tears. Is that how a life of a teen is supposed to be? The threats and comments have joined to form a voice. The voice taunts me when other people can�t seem to reach me. That stupid little voice has destroyed every last bit of hope that I had. The constant repeat of comments, saying ill never amount to anything greater then the cheap plastic tiles every student steps on. That I will never be able to learn how to live again, as if today I would need to die so the students can achieve happiness. The voice has eaten my soul and left me hanging from a rope that I created. In which to end my failing life to end the chain that they used to whip the tears out of my eyes; they know that I'm weak yet they continue to make my life the living hell that it is. No one will now, will they. No, they can�t reach out to me. There useless words that broke me up into pieces have in fact destroyed the hopes and dreams I only the wish to desire. It�s all over now and I can see everything that they do. There worthless weeps and pleas to be forgiven are ignored, how they have ignored me. I will avenge the weak souls that cry for no reason other than that of the rude replies they get for living. Needless to say, they will survive! For all the tears I have wept, and all the blood I shed, they will survive. I will taunt the strong, we will truly see how tough they really are, after seeing the dead body that they abused and laughed at till their death. They�ll be scared. The weak will get their revenge� the revenge I was never given.