He never felt more power,
He never felt so invincible.
He never felt this feeling,
when holding something so simple.
He never in his life,
wanted to **** someone.
That was until,
he held his fathers gun.
Found it in his dresser,
under layers of underwear.
Behind the eyes that only stared,
was a machine in need of repair.
He picked it up with care,
and held it in his hands.
He felt his mind turning,
thinking, plotting, yearning.
Yearning for attention,
he didn't get from mom and dad.
No friends, no love, nothing at all,
he took the gun and ran.
He knew what he was going to do,
make the his parents and the bullies pay.
So he waited,
waited till the next day.
And when the school bell rang,
on a new day,
as the kids ran in from the playground,
he waited.