April Swan

(3/3/95 / san deigo)

A DeJa Vu Sacrifice


angry, alone
lies a monster
don't you see?
for there's no one who would know
the hurt inside the teasing
but even so theres no where to go
only cruel unusual jokes
another monsters word will choke
the life of another innocent victum
until their weary and in need
to leave life happily
from an angry hurt indeed
and finally they will see
that monster or so they seemed
a rather haunted dream
of the wrath they put onto thee
too greive so tragicaly
they bleed themselves
watching a bleeding horror scene
as a mother screams difiantly
what has gone through
my Babybee?
but you see not a monster is thee
but the monster that became
blind from reality
from the hurt behind the story
in a Deja Vu sacrificing

Submitted: Monday, November 05, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, October 15, 2013

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It is about bullies. Kind of states what is going through not just the victum but the bully themselves. What you may not see that the bully themselves might have gone through. Nor the extremes bulling can create to anothers life. A sad and very serious issue. It should be taken seriusly and stood up against. Nobody should be put into this positon. sad..

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