The geek who was too weak to speak

Maybe if i was a jock
i could have been cool
instead i sat staring at the clock
couldnt wait to get out of school

i was always picked last for sports
no one wanted me on their team
i wore hiked up shorts
and had the lowest self-esteam

they threw me around
and called me names
pushed me to the ground
playing high school games

baseballs never been so violent
hate filled my eyes
i just stayed silent
and drowned my depression with my sighs

instead of choosing a drug
i chose a diffrent path
sick of being bugged
i finally showed my wrath

13 kids fell that day
i was never caught
they all had nothing left to say
i shot them all with my glock

they always bugged and teased
always for their own fun
i was never the least bit pleased
i laughed as i watched them run

running down the halls
hiding in classrooms
silent in bathroom stalls
and in janitors closets with brooms

i made each one terrified for their life
and thats what i wanted
through this strife
their last memory was haunted

no more pain anymore
i shot myself
blood filled the floor
these are the cards i was delt

before your so quick to judge
you cant speak ill of the dead
i guess i just held a grudge
that wouldn't leave my head