Death At The Party

CONTINUED: 7.
DEATH(NARRATING:) (cont’d)
and effects their blood. Poisoning
their inside to which all they
do...is do! Do what others
do...followers. Monkey see monkey
do if you ask me.See there’s a
seed... that’s been planted right
in there fucking membrane. Right
from the happy go lucky of
elementary, to the ever growing
pubescent of middle school,to the
melting pot of high school and the
melodrama of college and life
after.Either get picked on or
picked at...it’s just simple as
that.See bullies...bullies are
nothing more then just a warm up to
Classism that will grab your arm
with the firmest of grips and when
you scream let go!...they will stay
silent. The observation as a reaper
is a unique view sure indeed. In
someways it can be equivalent to
being an abused spouse. See abuse
is ignited by both love and
hate,actions from emotions that
fuse a Vendetta in which is half
ass to say the least. The one thing
you notice about an abusers is
control. When they loose control of
what they love it sheds layers in
them,breaking them down and even
driving them over the edge or
showcasing their insecurities. The
same can be said when your about to
pass away and for all the health
you carried threw life. You ignore
me and shun me with no regards of
mines and when your at your weakest
it can be very hard to sympathize.
My existence in this school has
lead me down a path just to not
giving a fuck. If I’m an outcast
then so be it. Their fear shows
well on there shoulders. Their
either scared of me or they don’t
pay me no mind...shit! I feel like
a black guy back in the 1950’s and
Hey! don’t hit me with the racist
bullshit either. My best friend is
black and have you seen me ...Yeah!
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