A cry for attention

 

  my fourth detention 

this week could be worse

if i put them all in a hearse

because they looked at me the wrong way

something they will regret one day

 

I go home that night and plan

blue prints of the school with dashes leading to every exit

blocking it for every little shit dashing to save their souls

finding a vantage point so i can perform my roles

 

the next week is spent at school plotting how each one will die

from the jocks to the geeks

each with a bullet or 3 in their skull

maybe even taking the shins of every cheerleader in the year

 

These are the people that neglected me

they kicked and abused me every living day

for being "strange" or weird"

but now it's time to pay

for not letting me be

 

The sunday comes and i make my way down to a gun store

the man behind the counter asks me what it's for

i tell him i'm hunting

vermin that are ruining my life

he's says he understands where i'm coming from and winks at me

i laugh back because that's all i can do

all i can do to hide my anger and self loathing

he doesn't know how i feel

we are not one

if he's the banana i'm the peel
slipping away from the structure and falling down onto the pavement
being left for others to tread on

I tell myself i'll be back for him

 

It's the monday and i'm packing for school

my mum wishes me a good day

i don't say a word

i barely even acknowledge it

 

I get into the canteen later that day and sit down in the corner

i usually sit here so no one will suspect a thing

i see who's around me

a sea of footballers to my left

and over my right shoulder i see plastics making themselves even more fake

 

this is my time

my redemption

my date with destiny 

say goodbye to the real world and say hello to satan

It's time to die

 

 

It's been two weeks since i committed by sin

and the families of the 12 i killed are still mourning

no college or diploma for their daughter

no scholarship for their youngest son

 

the news are trying to figure out who i am

my face posted all over the web

why?how?and whats? are beng asked of me

i've died a martyr for my cause

i'm the whole fucking news

 

A couple of months later and another kid does it

in different state to mine 

but implicitly the same

i was a pin up to a new breed of teenager

 

His face is put up this time

and the trend starts

the youths of america gunning each other down

and it's all my fault

 

but i was stupid

they have a one up on me

as i lay here in my prison cell waiting for the mercy seat

i see what a wicked world i helped build

the devils' bidding done by me

 

I'm sorry

  

 

 

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Note: This is all completely fictitious and is only made to make people think about the themes brought up in the poem. If you would like to discuss the meaning behind this poem then please don't hesitate to ask =].