A very emotional poem that I published for a local 'zine a while ago during the Columbine shootings. This is only my opinion, disagree if you want
Nobody Listens, Everybody Dies
Bullied from school
I am so uncool
Those names buzz around
Like tourists in town.
They beat me up this week again
“Faggot,” they say, “you vile thing.”
I run to my parents for a tear.
But “Don’t cry to me”, is all I hear.
The Principle cares not of who I am.
If I cry to him, I’ll get beaten up again.
And my friends don’t care if I exist.
Whenever I asked them for help they get pissed.
For the 800th time this frickin’ week.
They spit on me and make me feel so meek
For rompin’ and stompin and having a good time.
Shoe marks on my head, and say it’s fine.
They laugh at me, and they hurt.
But tomorrow I’ll show them who is dirt.
For as I find in my daddy’s closet for fun.
A set of magnums and a double barreled shotgun
I enter the building blasting away.
Kill 15 students before the police relay.
And as a sniper shoots my head off that night
A reporter pops in and says “Marilyn Manson did it, alright.”
So begins the pointing of finger
And yet hate still do linger
Nobody Listens, Everybody Dies.
When we play the blame game… we make a family of flies.
Nobody Listens, Everybody Dies 
Absolutely awesome!
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