In 4th grade,
I was perfectly fine.
Average height, and weight.
Then as the years went by,
I knew a girl.
I can't remember her name.
But whatever pain you cause her would be inflicted
back on you.
I thought of myself as the luckiest person in the world,
It came to me.
We're all going to die in the end.
She stared in horror,
as I looked over her, towering.
She lay on the floor,
a painful reminder of what happened here.