Quiet

Tucked in herself,
She walks in
A quiet matter,
Shirt pulled tight
Concealing all there
Is to find
Just another still
Day,
Stuck in the
Traffic of the
Cliques around
You,
Nowhere to stand,
Keep moving,
She's got a job
To do
To rectify all
Those wrong-doings
She's got a mind
Set of a criminal
A heart of another
Suicidal teen,
Should you justify
Her through your
Typical highschool
Cliche's
She believes in
Making a stand,
For her own reasons
Should she be regretful
Of her choice?
The cool metal
Caresses her palm,
No reason to
Turn away,
In blazing hindsight
You would realize
She did what most
People could not,
She didn't descriminate
Bullets tore through
Everything, not just
Certain races, or genders
Tearing innocence from
Bone,
Not a regretful thought
Dared to bury itself
In the crimson rain
The least expected
To retaliate in the
Name of distorted
Justice
Standing up on
Her own, she went
Down with a smile
On her face,
Which isn't what
Could be said
For the others.
~Kaitlin Platti~