Downfall
Everyday you knock him down, anger gradually builds.
Beyond his weak exterior, malicious plots of of revenge.
You assume that constantly teasing him wouldn't tap into his sanity.
And you assume there's no consequence, but here is the possible reality.
All of the laughter has gotten to his head.
A once peaceful mind now flooding with hatred.
Satan suggests that he dismantles the building of the ones causing him torment.
So he enters the school the very next day armed with an Uzi.
Bullets end lives for every time someone kicked him while he was down.
And he doesn't stop and think about who is innocent or not.
The panicked screams remind him of the sound that was echoing in his mind.
His paranoia brings them all to death, insanity defined.
After the massacre, he sits down trying to comprehend what he has done.
The timid child now shining through, 'what have I become? '
He's soulless and cold, nothing promising in his future at all.
So he puts the gun to his head, and proclaims his downfall.
The halls laced with chaos, a disturbing design.
Bombarded with bullet holes, an inhumane rhyme.
Floors covered with bodies, they thought he was fine.
The police force arrives, families cry.
This story could possibly bring you no fear.
But if it happened at Columbine, it could happen here.
So before you declare a person inadequate.
Remember, you probably don't know the half of it.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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