I wrote this a while ago, after the mass school shooting in Florida. We were about the have the walkout against gun violence at my school, when there was a threat to the students, so we ended up standing in silence in the gym. I was holding up my friend who had a broken leg at the time, and we watched hundreds of students stand together, no phones or talking. We all just held hands in respect toward our fellow students who had been murdered in cold blood. When I got home that day, I wrote a poem. Pumped Up Kicks. You all know the song. Of course, my parents hated it immediately. It shouldn't be healthy for a thirteen year old girl to be writing about school shootings, right? So, I buried it in my notes. Until I watched one of my best friends break down after losing someone in Parkside. This is the only reason I'm posting. So... thank you for reading. It's not an easy subject.