• The epitome of adolescence,
    destroyer of her innocence.
    What could it be, you ask?
    Let’s see.
    This cursed thing is drama.
    The stress of life,
    it never quits,
    worming its way inside of her
    until no more can fit.
    Rage and frustration.
    Depression, confusion.
    Dumping thought after thought
    upon so-called friends.
    The trouble with humans
    is when openness ends.
    Radically thinking,
    pondering existence,
    she is ostracized
    as if it’s impudence.
    They all say she’s crazy,
    and she may as well be.
    She can’t handle the pressure
    of society!
    People flaunt their beliefs
    as if fact, not opinion.
    She tries to respect them,
    to simply steer clear,
    but when asked what her thoughts are,
    no-one cares to hear.
    It should not be shocking
    when the day finally comes
    that her little mind breaks
    and she brings in a gun.

    Bang.