A Day in the Life....

Everyone has little problems,
but mine was not that small,
I had one million enemies,
but not one friend at all.

I'd go to school dreading the facts,
knowing what is to come.
this day was a little different,
today I had a gun.

Someone tripped me in the hall that day,
and I went out of control.
I dug into my backpack,
and slowly pulled out my pistol.

When the gun was visible,
most people were in shock.
there was a couple of loud gasps,
but no one dared to talk.

I saw someone come at me ,
and I did all I knew to do.
I pulled the trigger too fast to think,
no time to think it through.

People started getting scared,
and trying to back away.
As they tried to leave so innocent,
I shot them as well that day.

I had also shot a teacher,
whom had called 911.
all I could think of after that,
was how my life was done.

The police came in the building,
their guns held nice and high.
I turned and jumped out the window,
praying I could fly.

The police had caught me,
and they took me far away.
my life has been a ruin,
ever since that day.

I went to a hospital,
one that is for the mind.
I am not allowed to leave.
I left my life behind.

If I had of held on longer,
or maybe thought things through,
maybe things would be different,
but there is nothing I can do.

If that problem disappeared,
and I had even one friend.
my life would have been much better,
there might not be this end.

I am done telling my story now,
and now I hope you know,
a day in the life,
of a very troubled soul.

 

Megan ©2004

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