You can point and laugh at me 
I won’t care
You can shove me into lockers
It won’t phase me 
You can call me names
I will forget instantly
You leave me with battle scars 
I will just hide them 
But in the end I have won the battle, because when you have
a caliber jammed into the back of your sweaty neck 
You realize all that you have done has not has even touched
me 
You have lost total control and the world you once ruled is
now in the palm of my hand
You will never understand, because it was not the teasing or
the bulling that pushed me it was chance that was given
When you are given a coin you must spend it, when you are
given the right moment and time you use it 
And I did use it 
Now you are paying for the past, present, and future
So as you burn I will laugh in your face, because one bad
turn deserves another…right?