Hidden behind the hoodies and the baggy pants
Is someone who yearns to be loved...

I am sitting in this empty room
Gazing at the remnants of a once happy life...

She walks to school
With her notebook in hand...

Dear Dad I'm writing this
To tell you that I don't hate you anymore...

As I lay here on my unmade
Bed, I think of you...

Guns and violence acts of terror
Nothing is sacred anymore...

She was one of the best people you could ever meet
So full of life, ready to take on the world...

You are the one who inspires me
Makes me want to make a difference...

Sometimes I cry when I think of you
Of how you left when I need you the most...

I stare at the house before me,
As flames consume it...

You cry softly as you gaze
At the picture held tightly in your hand...

You look at me and say
That I'm a freak, a nobody...