The kid has the dark-side and that mirror twin cannot ever be erased. Automatics shooting in his eyes, A 12 gauge shotgun, fills happiness of scattered flies, a day of reckless fun.
Bullies opened him up wide, torture felt so beneath, demons cannot ever hide unfeeling of letting it slide The many turns against one and no scarecrow is ever wise against an armory of his guns.
A poem about how bullying can make a victim so numb to a school shooting. They are belittled so much that they stop caring about anything and vengeance is the only thing on their mind. I don't understand why Schools do literally almost nothing about bullied students. It leads to bloodshed such as this kid seeing his class-mates as enemies in a video-game after long prolonged bullying.
Rhyming scheme of stanzas one and two is last word of stanza one, first line will end with rhyme of last word of Stanza two, first line and so on.....