His eyes were cold dark and deep,
Disturbed by words picked on week after week,
A bullies choice and an everyday beating,
They pushed him around that was his life he was leading,
Not by choice to be the target from the cruel,
To be teassed all day long and always made as a fool,
From his bushy eyebrows to the clothes he wore they would joke and make fun,
He use to cry but now he boils inside his emotions almost done,
Hes tired of hiding he will no longer run,
He went home for lunch after a day of torture and doom,
He got his fathers pistol from the closet in Dads room,
It fealt heavy and cold with a power that felt right,
He loaded in the chambers bullets soon to see flight,
Tucked in his pants and then headed back to school,
This time he would be the bully and they would be the fools,
When he got to school they caught up with him to torment him again,
But this time another boy said this is gotta end,
Leave him alone or Ill kick your ass,
Jimmy baker stood up for michael and the bullies just went back to class,
Michael finally found a friend and a truly needed break,
He thanked Jimmy for the intervention then went home to prevent a big mistake,
He unloaded the gun and put it back where it belongs,
He prayed to God and thanked him for preventing him from doing wrong,
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