Classroom Thoughts

I’m sitting in the classroom
Staring at the wall
sometimes I worry that there in front, there is no wall at all
that what I see and what I feel are things up in my mind
and if I think a crazy thought I’ll see a new Design

I’m sitting in the classroom
Staring at this guy
He looks like a wimp with his Tie tied tight, Inside he’s gonna cry
All the time he’s the best, if he talks then there ashamed
All work no play, not time today, inside he is deranged

I’m sitting in the classroom
Still staring at the guy
And suddenly in fear, I see its a mirror
And now they all must die
To treat me like an object, not treated like a loved one
I get up and look around and pull out my new gun

I’m sitting in the classroom
Starring at the computer
It seems they have live coverage, of the local school shooter
I can’t just sit here everyday, wrong impressions I will send
Now that all the time is gone, this poem I must end
For this is my last hope to get my reasons cleared
Every time I took a shot My eyes burned and teared
This was not the way I want to go but now it is too late
all of this because that girl I killed would not except the date.