Thanks to the 1 person I thought would help me,
I decided to end my life.
People were making fun of me all the time.
And Principal Cannon did nothing.
Every time I went home crying,
Using a knife to make the scars of hatred.
I hated evryone around me.
Abd thanks to Principal Cannon,
I was bullied for 3 years.
1 night I decided to do something about it.
I grabbed the same knife,
Abd instead of making the scars of hatred,
I made the scars of death.
I want to say thank you Principal Cannon,
For standing there watching,
And making my life miserable.
Thank you my friends,
For doing nothing to help me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good work from a young poet, but I`m not sure where spoon river is and who the poets are!