The way i felt.

last year i went back to school in year 11, after a long period of time when i didn't attend school, i wrote a couple of poems, whilst in an english lesson. the madness began to sway inside my mind.

Poem one.

Im back to school, i still feel hate

wondering if i should walk out the gate

people screaming talkling out loud

Im being quiet, i feel quite proud

the clock is ticking, going so slow

Im anxious , im urging i just want to go

sitting in class bored out of my mind

an early lunch, that would be kind.

Poem two.

Annoying people making me mad

il kill all there family that would be sad

il hunt them down and cause them pain,
i just dont care i have nothing to gain

one slit of the throat it could all be done

then id kill more, fun! fun! fun!