To those who never leave me alone <br />To them my hatred will hone <br />Not to something as beautiful as rain <br />But something filled with pain <br /> <br />You crush me when i begin to feel nice <br />Because of you my throat i want to slice <br />I wish to no longer drink in the air <br />Of this world that never was fair. <br /> <br />Just because I look big and dumb <br />Doesn't mean my feelings are numb <br />Even though I rarely speak <br />The sound of my bullet is bleak.<br /><br />Matthew Hyatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bullet-sounds-the-same-in-every-language/
