Letter To A Spree Shooter Poem by Nate Flying Owl

With a fake smile glued to your face
You shield others from the darkness
Held so deeply within your heart
The ghosts that haunt your every thought

With plenty of practice, a smile
Is an easy lie to construct
And it often makes your plans hard
To predict or to discourage

Day after day, you show the world
What it sinfully wants to see
Until the mask finally breaks
And you unleash weaponed carnage

Total strangers from wall to wall
You enter your destination
You have made the despondent choice
To share your torturous sorrow