Delightful Psychopath

A boy walks through the halls with grace,
A stoic look upon his face.
He has an uncanny charm, that is for sure,
But the other students had no idea what they were in for.
With his face painted like a skull, and his hair slicked to perfection,
He walked in late as the teacher was beginning her lesson.
They gawked and they stared, the teacher giving him a glare.
"Boy, what's the deal? Take a seat and don't be late next time either... Be more aware".
Behind the makeup, and long black coat, he held a secret that no one else knew.
And with a smirk, he withdrew.
The lightning fast metal bees swarmed around the room.
Blood pooled, teens screamed, darkness gloomed in this class of doom.
Once he had enough, he left, spreading the terror like butter on a slice of bread.
He smiled as he shot a girl in the head.
The feeling was great, he felt like the best.
He killed some more people as they were taking a test.
Some ran and some pleaded, and it didn't make a difference, the boy didn't spare- then he wouldn't succeed!
Only one thought ran through him; kill, reload, repeat.
Once he had enough, and he got a little bored, he left through a back door. He wanted to retreat.
He hid his gun, and strolled down the street.
No one acknowledged him anyways, no one could ask, he just smiled at what happened as he stared at his feet.
He got into his house and creeped up the stairs.
He washed away his face of death, and rinsed the gel out of his hair.
The boy walked into the kitchen, his angelic face bringing light to his mothers eyes.
She sighed with relief saying, "Oh honey, you're ok. I heard the news. Thank god you didn't die".
She pulled him into her loving arms, having no idea he caused all the fun.
"Oh Tate... You'll always be my perfect son."