High school hallways are patrolled by surveillance,
Bones brace when they reach her chilling cadence.
White walls etched in black by her presence,
She even makes sun beams in the windows less pleasant. 
Her back’s to the door the classroom is her kingdom,
Arms crossed, foot tapping, to her own roaring rhythm.
Her hair is dark, God took some shadows from her soul,
Sorry to correct him, but he took too much and left a hole.
She’s filled that hole with the gossip of this school,
She’s the one who drowned me in this little wading pool.
God, it’s time to sleep, I can’t fit into her society.
When she puts the gun to my head all I get out is “finally."