Time To Fly

They say their all my friends,
But their tyranny never ends,
They spread their gossip like wild fire,
I wonder will they ever tire?

Each day is the same,
And endless cycle of them calling me names,
My mum and dad really do care,
But what can they do-life is just unfair?

Every night I come home and cry,
I just want to spread my wings and fly,
So I left the bottle of colourful, magic pills,
And with each one I consume my trembling body stills.

The last thing I see,
Is a picture of my family and me,
I guess I really did have a decent life,
Those so called friends the only cause to my strife.

That's when I realise what have I done?
I got carried away and I jumped the gun,
But it's to late I've got my coveted wings and I see the bright light,
I never even got to tell my family goodnight.