I’m Calvin’s lonely cousin the one without a friend The darkly quiet moody kid The one who couldn’t blend I’m the smoker in the stairwell, skipping school all day the fall-between-the-crack-type-kid the one who slips away I’m the ink inside the headlines the lead story on the news The kid the network anchor says was surely born to lose I’m the details at eleven a community in shock I’m the often-bullied quirky kid who lived just up the block I’m a parent’s darkest nightmare I’m my doctors deep concern I’m the angst that no one seems to get the match about to burn I’m an issue in the social science circles of the day I’m the brush it underneath the rug that never goes away I see angels circling the sun feathered wings and halos golden and hand-spun Frozen little angels Circling the sun bursting into rain drops cleansing everyone I’m the isolated Incel The bullet in the gun The angry white American Who’s blaming everyone I’m the cryptic manifesto The video online The AR-15 lover-boy Who grew-up Columbine I’m the one who gave up caring I’m the anger and the rage I’m the finger on the trigger I’m the tiger in the cage I’m the suicide by cop On the stairway in my school I’m the little boy with crooked teeth That others ridiculed I see angels circling the sun feathered wings and halos golden and hand-spun Frozen little angels Circling the sun bursting into rain drops cleansing everyone
