A/N) This is my first publicized poem. Hope you like.
The Darkest Path
I chose it.
It was my choice.
It has alway's been my fault.
To get to the brightest future.
I had to choose the darkest path.
The taunting is my fault.
They mock me and sneer at my reply.
I chose the darkest path.
I must endure through the opsticals.
Or else my dreams will be shattered.
My future gone.
Everyday it gets harder.
I watch as time after time.
I fall in love and break my own heart.
In order to follow this path.
I must endure.
It may be lonely.
Quite, filled with jagged rocks upon which I cut myself.
And I might not know where the next twist might come.
But I must move on.
Because at the end of this path.
Is the most glorious of rewards.
Right?.
A/N) If some of it seems out-of-place, it's because I originally wrote it about me and how I was being bullied at school. I just want to ask that if any of you see any body being picked on then please try to stop it or help the person that is being picked on. It hurts more that you know and serious mental problems can come from it. Before I got counseling I was thinking about cutting myself and I have to tell you thats a pretty scary thought nowadays. Also, alot of the school shootings that have taken place were do to someone getting bullied and then wanting revenge. So please do as I ask, you just might save a few lives.