I sit still
With my hands tied.
I feel nothing,
Deep down inside.
You smirk and laugh
At what I do,
But the day will come
When your fun is through.
For now, I reamain
Unmoving and numb,
Tomorrow you'll marvel
At what I've become.
You say I run
From what I should be,
But you're just scared
Of what I could be.
I say to you,
You ignorant fool
That I am wiser
Than you are cruel.
I have no doubt you'll find suprise
After the time it takes to realize
Just how thick is your demise,
As your pupils widen within your eyes
And you take in your life of lies.
Now there is no smile
Upon your dumb face,
Just confused question
And dismal disgrace.
Yet I don't laugh,
But shake my head,
For you have fallen
To a land of dread.
There is no escape
From your undying arrogance.
The tables have turned,
You have no chance.
And when you beg for help
In a purely pathetic way,
I'll only smile softly and
Tell you to remember the day.
What is the Stantonian Association of Interesting People?
My friends, this blog is dedicated to those men and women who go out of their way to be remarkably interesting. In other words, all of those fascinating Stanton students (or, in the rarest of cases, students from other schools) can join this blog to appreciate creative writing developed by us students. I, Braden Beaudreau, the creator of this blog, will post my past, present, and future works on this website, and those who join and comment will get the same opportunities. May all of you live in happiness and peace, and never forget: being interesting is the only way to stand out from the masses.
Lyrical brilliance.
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