The Monster Made

Behind a facade of lies he hides, his anger unchecked, his wrath never seen. Every little mocking voice overcame his murmurded pleads.

No one reached out and no one stood up. His tears were never seen, his cries were never heard. Broken and beaten he was abondanded and alone.

Everyday he started with a smile, masking all the tears he shed and hiding away the monster he would become. But every night the smile faded and the tears flooded.

Only so long it could last and only so long it did. The act fooled everyone but him. He took all the torture and all the pain and kept it locked away inside.

Finally one night through a storm of tears, he could take no more and bear it no longer. His mind raced and paced until a solution was reached.

BANG! was the first shot crystal and clear. BANG! was the second shot even more crystal and clear. So was the pattern as the monster, the boy slaughtered his peers.

The blood was the paint as it raced across the floor. It drew out the innocent breaths of these fading lives. Their last thoughts were painted onto the canvas of death.

The monster had but one more show to premiere. He held the gun to his head and with a trembled hand pulled the trigger and watched it all end.

The only answer to this sad, sad end, the monster wrote and it read, "I am the monster, they made and the retribution they deserved, and this is the end for us all..."

-I dedicate this to all the families and friends, sisters, brothers, mothers, and fathers who have had to deal with the loss of someone they loved to such an unneeded end.

by MrNobody
posted on 04/11/2007