The Killer Inside Me

Am I a murderer I can hardly say, what would you call me? If I killed criminals would you call me a hero? If they were guilty would you call their deaths, punishment for their actions? If you were abused, tormented and cornered would you fight back? If you can say yes to any of these questions, does that mean you approve of my reasons, but condemn my actions. Are you any better? At least I can admit that something is wrong can you? I am in your city and I will no longer quietly submit to your neanderthal reaction to my presence, genius. You are being watched all you hypocrites pretending to be upright citizens, jockstraps, pom pom airheads and you child molesting excuses for teachers. YOU WILL BE ACCOUNTABLE FOR YOUR ACTIONS!!!!

When this appears on the wall of a school after a string of unsolved murders of apparently innocent upright citizens. People start to wonder who is the murderer? Why are they doing this and what right do they have to judge? It starts to become clear that not everyone in this place is as innocent as they seem and that they have nowhere to hide.