A shriek, a yell,
Aflick of the wrist,
From that bad reaction,
I know I'm not missed.
That shriek from my mother,
That yell from my dad,
Those two normal people,
Were all thatI had.
I drank andI smoked,
Vandalised the world,
I took so many drugs,
ThatI almost hurled.
But that night, by my house,
The Fifteenth of Jan,
For a stupid dare,
I killed an old man.
My parents, they saw me,
And started to shout,
With no hesitation,
Theyjust kicked me out.
NowI feel lonely and
Awfully small,
AndI still get bullied
Bypeople at school.
I don't want to smoke now,
I don't want to drink,
I don't want to kill
AndI dont want to stink.
As the days fly by me,
My dignity fades,
All thanks to the stupid
mistakes thatI made.
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