Angsty Eighth Grade Poetry Written by Angsty Eighth Grade Rhiannon

I found this on my Fictionpress Account, I'd almost forgotten about it.
I thought it was somewhat decent.

Gray Matters

i’ve never been able to see it in

BLACK and WHITE

some times i see things that

are aren’t EVEN there

they haunt me like the shades of GRAY

that stain my HEART

and those bastards

DON'T care

where can you turn
when the shades of

GRAY

turn and decide to
kill you any

WAY

cause the people in

BLACK and WHITE

they want to kill you
because you told them
just cause someone did

something WRONG
doesn’t make it RIGHT

to persecute him
to crucify him

CRUCIFY HIM!

you can crucify me on your

CROSS instead

i have nothing left to

care ABOUT

and the trumpet march

goes ON

cause those bastards

DON'T CARE

they just need someone to

BLAME

they need someone to

HATE