You may blend with one crowd,
but somewhere someone is thinking aloud.
They say you're this and say you're that,
they walk all over you like a mat.
Everyone's in a catagory,
being classified seems to be mandatory.
You fit in with some,
others won't stop till you surcome,
to their taunts and rise your fists.
These people form a long list,
the longer you are there.
No one will they spare,
from their taunts and humiliation.
They'll keep going till they get your attention.
Till their harsh words finaly make you sad,
and even after you go mad.
They will taunt you till the end.
And when you doubt if anyone is truely your friend,
when curtain groups make you want to commit genocide,
you finaly think of suicide.
The wonderful peice it may hold.
So you let your dreams unfold.
As the blood starts to flow,
they will all know.
They were the cause of your wish for death,
they made you take that final breath.
You take your life,
with the blade of a knife.
You wanted to ease your emotional pain.
And now you're nothing more than a blood red stain.
Akatsuki-crusnik-ninja Community Member 
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