Another School Shooting

He didnt really talk,
was into those hardcore bands.
No on really noticed him,
Until he had a gun in his hand.

He came to school,
And hour late.
With anger in his eyes,
Tempting with fate.

He stood in the hall,
Gripping his gun.
Then suddenly he dropped it,
In front of everyone.

He looked straight into the eyes,
Of one the girls.
She had tears steaming down,
Next to her curls.

She was one of those girls,
Everyone knew.
The one with the mini skirt,
And designer shoes.

Please dont she cried,
And fell to the floor.
Everyone turned to the girl,
No one was looking at the gun anymore.

He ran over,
Im sorry lil sis
He hugged her tight,
Im sorry I even did this.

He got up and started to walk away,
Looking at the floor.
No one was going to say anything,
They didnt need to be afraid anymore.

The students looked at one another,
Realizing what just took place.
Funny thing was,
They couldnt look anyone in the face.

This kid was taunted and teased,
Ridiculed and mocked.
They all just stood there,
Shocked.

Maybe It was their fault,.
They were so cruel.
All so they could just look like,
They were better then everyone else in the school.

But they werent so great,
After all.
If they had to do this,
Just to stand tall.

It was true,
They caused it.
Thats all there was left,
To admit.