Food for thought
 Dear God,

I'm tired of fighting to be perfect
Getting picked on for nothing
Constantly praying with no outcome
So an eye for an eye
That's my judgement
All sins are equal
Will be my punishment
I go to school for my enjoyment
Yet get bullied as if I were being tortured
What have I done?
My parents don't understand me
Kids will be kids
It'll all get better
That's all I hear
I keep to myself
So why do they hate me
I'm defenseless
Leave me be
No one hears my pleads
My cries for peace
I'm on my knees Lord
Asking for forgiveness
Forgive me for what I'm about to do
Letting go is no use
With this gun I'll make them see
See me for me
I'll make them regret the day
They decided to pick on me
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
At the funeral the preacher said his last words
It's a shame to see them go so young

shwangltd   shwangltd wrote
on 5/12/2008 11:43:16 PM
Having been one of the bullies when I was in the first, second, and third grade, I can tell you that as you get older, you regret that. The tables were turned on me later. I was the one made fun of, tormented, tortured, abused by the other kids, and I realized that as God says, what we do unto others will be done unto us. The girl I picked on is a girl I have never forgotten. Her name was Luella. I was a terribly cruel child to her. Now, I wish I could find her because I would apologize for all the pain I caused her. I know that pain, all too well. The way to handle it...learn to forgive and asked to be forgiven. Those that pick on you do it because they don't know any better. They'll learn. And you needn't do anything. What goes around does truly come around. You may never know what, but they will.

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I just so happened to be thinking about the kids who we picked on in highschool and how they must have felt. After all that has gone on with people bullying at school and such, you wonder what they were thinking the night before.