The Mind of a School Shooter

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(A/N: This one was written by a friend. It's a more serious topic, so...ENJOY!!!!!!!!)

Different

Like a flower in a field of grass

Broken

Like windows of shattered glass

Hidden

Like the bitter truth behind a lie

Destroyed

Light no longer finds her eye


Hopeless

Like a cancer patient on his last day

Lost

Like a needle in a stack of hay

Violent

Like a bullet shot from a gun

Defeated

The darkness has already won


Debilitated

Like the world after a war

Ruined

Like a wine-stained carpet floor

Psychotic

Like a serial killer on a murderous spree

Deadly

From her wrath, no one shall ever be free


No effort from her

No attention from them

Slowly, she loses herself

The petals have fallen from their stem


She has decided

To give them all a taste

Her eyes, clouded with anger

Her smile, erased


The pain she has endured

Will soon be gone

She has the tools

To get the job done


The next morning

Cries come from every home

13 kids were shot dead at a school yesterday

The shooter, a depressed, bullied teenage girl

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