lowered
farther
when you thought you couldn't be
unto a mere phrase
perpetrator
the shooter
the disturbed child
no one notices
the reversal of roles
they're being called
what you've been all this time
the victim
They ask why
what irony
you've been wondering the same thing
for years and years
They have only themselves to blame
deep down they know it
they could have prevented it
too late now
you smile
you got what you wanted
you made your mark on this place
with their blood upon the wall.
I also have a story that I started a while back that begins with pretty much these same lines. It's not even close to finished, but I may post what little I have up here sometime.
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