The Fine Line

As of about an hour ago, I was so angry that I shook and my face turned red. I'd just had... enough. I was supposed to pick my brother up from a basketball game, but he decided he'd waited long enough and walked home while I walked around in the rain looking for him. I've been under pressure from one of my "friends" too, but I don't think I can call him that anymore. My parents are driving me insane and I just couldn't take it anymore. So, when angry, I wrote this sort-of poem.

Don't stand there and tell
me nothing's wrong
Talk bad about me,
Tell me how you wish

I was dead,

But don't tell me everything's

just fine

Walk in my shoes for a day
You might learn a thing or two
Until you see life through my eyes,
You don't deserve to say what's
wrong and what's right

There's a fine line between
teasing and bullying
You, sir, have stepped
far over the line

Just because you don't
understand the things I do,
You don't have the right to
call me stupid or tell me to
get a life

I won't tolerate this
treatment anymore
Until you've lived my life,
You don't deserve to judge me
So go back to your gossiping
and making fun of people
It only makes you look
like a pathetic loser

In reality, the one without a life is you.

   I wrote another one about my real best friend, but I'll put that in a separate post because the two things don't deserve to be related to each other.