As I walk to my classes.

You attack with your battle axes.

Following plans of devastation.

On route to coordination.

Big and buff like a werewolf wannabe.

So why can’t others see.

All your work and dedication.

Whatever happened to your foundation?

Shedding the blood of those that watch as they lay in stillness.

What began this mental illness?

You care not that they look back at you with fear and hatred.

Why not instead look on with greatness?

You push and shove your power with glee.

You can’t see what others see

Voice so loud, you pick on those younger than you.

Avoiding responsibility like you always do.