'the Reason Why'
I walked around the halls of school in constant fear
Considering I had no friends; My foes were always near
Harassed daily, abused physically and mentally
I just never fit in; and in the world of teenagers, that's the ultimate sin..
Never feeling comfortable in my own skin
and so, my resentment to the world and thirst for revenge did begin
A year or two later..and I somberly stumble thru the many corriders leading to one of many offices
As I pass co-workers casually chatting; Not a single, 'Good morning', not even a 'hey' whispered my way
No, they wont even speak; Tired of feeling weak..I think it may be time to adopt a mean streak
How weak would they feel and how strong would I;
If I walked into work tomorrow morning and made them my hostages?
Feeling totally worthless without a single purpose..I would wager if I were gone I would not be missed
I believe it is time to put my foot down..with a super-sharp knife, a few grenades, and a fully automatic rifle with spare rounds
The very next morning: I wake up at 7 A.M via my alarm clock per my usual routine..
I make a pot of coffee and relaxingly skim thru the newspaper as I always do
But this morning; I feel purpose and I feel nirvana
I load my supplies into my car and start to drive..feeling complete peace; only momentarily interuppted by the passing sirenes
This mission will be carried out by any means; 'They'll never mess with me again,' a voice inside my head screams
As I walk towards the entrance of the buidling of the business I work for
I smile and slip into a state of day-dreaming bliss while the bag containing my supplies unzips
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