The Clock Strikes Twelve

The clock strikes twelve

But who can tell?

It's much too dark

And I cannot see.

For many people have turned their backs on me.

They disapprove of everything I do

But they are the ones being rude.

They sneer at me

And called me names

It causes me a great deal of pain.

They act as if I don't have feelings.

But do they realize what they are killing?




Hey everyone! I know this was a bit dark. Yeah, but I read something and I don't remember what but I just began to write so here it is. Bulling is not cool guys so do not make of people. No one wants to be like that person in the poem so do your part. R&R my friends R&R! Quests?