By: Laki
beside her daughter's bed
"I'm sorry mom, but when you see me next
I will soon be dead"
As the mother read this note and
tears streamed from her eyes
Her daughter was atop the school
looking to the sky
The teenage daughter
from her pearch up in the sky
looked around to all her commons
crawling on the ground
They went about their simple lives
as she pondered all of her questions
the biggest question in her heart was
"Why?"
She even wondered as a child
why they were all the same
why everyone fit in
and why she was not the same
A simple day few weeks before
her climb up to the sky
She had poured her heart out to her class
And no one wondered why
No dissapointment struck her at first
until they spoke their
harsh, unfeeling words
They spoke of things they thought she'd do
because of the pain inside her heart
They spoke of hate, they spoke of pain,
they even dared to utter violence
She would have spoke of her pacifism
had they known the meaning of the word
So now she stands atop this dreaded sill
Showing them all that she is not violent until,
it comes down to her
she will harm no one except herself
and maybe teach a lesson
to all those cowardly, scrambling masses
who are giving their attention
maybe she'll be a martyr for her cause
or maybe they'll learn nothing
and it's funny because they all
thought she was bluffing
Earlier that day she gave this
poem to her teacher
hoping that he would read this
to the idiotic class
Upon its finish they all ran
outside, and some cried.
for she had chosen to end her life.
POSTLUDE
Hopefully one day I will be a teacher
not a teacher of words and 'rithmetic
but the kind of a greater lesson
I hope this scared you
I hope it left a deep impression
because I want you all to know
that this is simply fiction
but one day it could be true
because of your foolish actions