Shoot, kid

Should I take responsibility for my wretched existence

No

I am the result of a thousand cops

Pointing their guns at me

Screaming "FREEZE!"

I wasn't born very combative

But life made me

And when I got arrested for a crime I didn't commit

I couldn't believe it

I was the kindest soul in existence

Yes

I was merely an ingredient you add to a cheap cake mix

I take no responsibility for the baking

I never asked for any of it

I am wretched because of consequences

S**t I had to deal with against my will

And so life asks

When will you bring your gun and shoot?

Shoot, kid

You've got it

Shoot me and make me bleed

I will let you win

If only you give me your name

And I let you reinvent an identity

No border check

This is your world

And you can have everything in it

Reviews

[Aura]

Wow. Very emotional, and truthful. Some kids weren't given a break in life, they had to turn to violence, the gun was their only friend. Sad truth, and it gets worse everyday.