Quiet Evil
Color crimson
my eyes are
brain boiling at high temperatures
my heart scarred.
Feelings of hatred
feed my aggression
I may react in haste
to later cry in confession.
Unaware of what I am doing
everything gone black
adrenaline has my fuse lit,
as I hear bones crack.
from my momentary blackout I awaken
to see what I had done.
His consciousness I had taken
smiling, standing over him,
the audience stunned.
Four years of being bullied
why?
because I was smaller,
my kindness taken for weakness
this knock out helped relieve my stress.
My friends surround me
laughing, pointing,
carrying on.
My anger grew silent,
my lips turned from a frown to smile
I said nothing,
not a sound!!!
Jared Pickett
7/3/2010
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