Poem: Hats On Fire

I wanted to write a poem about how I envision mass shooters as they build up to the event.

The world doesn’t roar it burns
Each day seems like the last

Lost in endless turns
A pile of broken past

I scream and yell for fun
And on my couch I smolder

Playing with a loaded gun
Anger growing bolder

Failing the human race as I try to feel safe
The news makes me afraid and the voices point to the grave

Maybe I’ll hunt you, maybe I’ll cry 
Maybe I’m already hiding inside
I’m angry and possibly bad
The scariest neighbor you’ve ever had

Tired of a life that doesn’t matter 
Endlessly arguing with the mad hatter

~Alex Sutton

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  1. There is one thing most of these people have in common. Loneliness.

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