Tired

I’m so tired.
I’m tired of the name calling.
“hey slut.” “what’s up freak?”
I’m tired of the abuse.
The kicking and pinching and tripping.
I’m tired of getting ignored.
Everyone passes me by.
I’m tired of it all!
Now with my father’s gun
I think I’ll repay them for all that they’ve done
Today is the first day of school
And I feel like repaying my debts to the kids that are “cool”
I decide to crash the back to school dance
Nobody even had a chance.
There goes the quarterback and his girlfriend, the head cheerleader.
Pow! Pow!
Then on to the perfectionist and all the other kids who made me bitter.
Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!
I have one bullet left.
And the police are at the door.
I notice that, as far as my life is concerned, there’s nothing left.
I put the gun to my temple and pull the trigger.
I feel sorry, for the police that have to respond
And clean up this bloody horror.