Pushed to Far

A boy walked though the hall, eyes cast down.
Avoiding eye contact with all, lips set in a permanent frown.
Kids barely spared him a glance,
never giving him a real chance.
They judged him harshly,
Abused him constantly.
To him, there was no escape
All he knew, was the gentle stab of hate.

Til one day he was pushed to far,
Finished with things not being up to par.
Pulling out his weapon of choice,
He listened to them all voice
the Pain and Shame,
How they didn't want to play this game.
He ignored them, as they did all those times to him
He appraised every victim.
And with out a second thought,
He shot every last one.

Turning away from the scene,
For once all was serene
Laying amongst the bodies doused in kerosene,
The boy lit a match.

He set himself free,
As no one else could see
The suffering he went through each day,
Because he was tortured about being gay.