The time is now

The halls are long and filled with pain.
My walks are cautioned by the seconds I wane.

They know I'm soft and they acknowledge the fact.
They surface the moments I cried for this or that.

Their glares are poison and toxic for my soul.
Everyday hope is getting harder to hold.

But today is different, today I'll win.
For I yield a weapon to conclude where I've been.

In my backpack, I stole my father's gun.
He won't realize it's too late 'till I'm done.

I'm not walking to my next-period's class
I'm searching for someone who made each year harder to pass.

Thanks to him, I no longer look to another day.
Instead I cry my eyes till dry and in my room I stay.

I'm surrounded by smiles and giggling students.
They laugh to each other not knowing where this day will end.

I can't hold back a tear as I think back of the years.
How I endured such torturous fiends who exploited my fears.

They kicked me when I was down and begging for mercy.
They stomped me to the dirt and blamed me for being a sissy.

The teachers were always on my side to help me through.
But the shame it brought me was something they can't undo.

I'm beyond constantly feeling sorry for myself.
Today I'm going to act out and hurt some one else.

The hall's so long and deep with hurt.
For a second I stop and think that this won't work.

But it's a moment too late as I peer ahead.
He's standing in a circle-smiling, I want him dead.

I pushed forward, knocking kids out of the way.
It's too late to stop what's going to transpire today.

I reached around and grabbed my torn up backpack.
I unzipped it quickly and reach in for the gak.

As I pull it out, I already know where this'll end.
I know after he's wasted, then I'll pull the trigger again.

The second shot would be meant for me.
I'm not a criminal, I just want to be free.

I point it at the guy who made my life a living hell.
And before he responds, I shoot him then me as well.

I'm laying down in a pool of my own spilling blood.
I watch him fade and I finally think. . .I've won.