I don't really know this kid even though I sit by him in class.
Maybe this kid was reaching out for love, or maybe
for a moment he forgot who he was,
or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged,
whatever it was, I know its because
We are the youth of the nation.
Everyone who knew Marcus Cummings couldn't say it was a surprise when the tortured, broken teen brought his dad's gun to school and blasted through the halls. Sure it was a tragedy, but no one could say that they didn't see it coming. There were over 20 deaths, and many more injured, all from a boy who was tired of being beaten and tortured. The last gunshot echoed the longest through the halls. Marcus claimed his own life, right there in front of the Chemistry lab.
The nation heard of the pain, the loss, the fear... but they couldn't really understand it. They couldn't fathom the feeling of watching your best friend, your sweetheart, your teacher being shot by a teen who had been pushed too far by too many. They would never feel the fear of being hidden away in a classroom, praying the boy, who wouldn't hurt a fly just a few days ago, would pass by and ignore the room. Not even a parent could realize the overwhelming regret of a life lost for a life saved.
But these kids, they understand. They know all too well, and they want to get away. They want to escape. They are, we are, the Youth of the Nation.