The Tear Down My Face Poem by Bells Bear

Water in my eye,
Trickles down my face.
They laugh right beside me,
I'm a human waste.
Why don't I say something?
Come up with something nice,
Complement the hair,
Secretly wishing it's filled with lice.

I try to not be so wishful,
To hope my old friends harm.
But as I stand here next to them,
She'd look nice with a broken arm.

I could even do it,
Push her down the stairs.
Her best friends too,
Fall in pairs.

But that is too wicked,
Thoughts never to be heard.
The tear threatens out,
So I speak not one word.

If I could cry,
I'd only make a scene.
But them ignoring me,
Is why they're so mean.

Mac and Hayley,
Best friends for life.
If that's true,
Why am I searching for my knife?

If it's back together,
Why am I dieing?
Why would you be with her,
While I'll be crying?