Verot
Screaming, twitching
as she lay.
Bleeding, dying
every day.
Listening, waiting
do they remember her?
She remembers each,
bullying, making fun.
But is they only knew,
she had brought a gun.
She had thought it through,
and then they would be done.
Yelling, running
through the halls.
But only she knew,
dead would be all.
Old pain as her motivation,
the names she now recalls.
"I am not dooful, loser, or freak!"
she shouted as she shot.
She smiled and said, "You'll remember me this week!
I've told this befor, I am Verot!"
As she glanced aroud at all the faces,
the guilt bore down and she used the last shot.
Screaming, twitching
as she lay.
Bleeding, dying
every day.
Thinking, regrettting
was this worth it?
