He stands in the doorway with a gun in his hand
"Come on, people, listen up! It's time to make a stand!"
The wail of a siren; his gun falls to the floor
I bend down and pick it up, forever wanting more
I stride down the hallway, a classroom door I pass
Striking fear into their hearts, like a cobra in the grass
I step into a doorway – I spy a mirror there
I intend to check my lipgloss, my mascara, and my hair
I look at my reflection, my gaze falls on the gun
Something inside me tells me I should drop the thing and run
A shadow in the doorway and a flash of white-hot lead
I look into the hallway as my brother falls down dead
I gaze down at his body – too late, the deed is done
And I gaze into the mirror at the monster I've become