I thought something was wrong
When you came back to school,
After being gone
For eight days.
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I thought something was wrong
When I saw your clothing
You wore a long brown coat,
Very unlike
Your normal look.
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I thought something was wrong
When I saw your face.
And the way you didn't make
Eye contact,
But just stared straight ahead,
Silent and determined.
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I knew something was wrong
When you stopped
In the middle of the hall,
And pulled a gun from your coat,
And opened fire on
The eighth graders
The fifth graders
The kindergartners
And me
And everyone else,
And then turned the gun on
Yourself.
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And then I knew
My world
Was now and forever
Wrong.
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
