I used to feel exactly like that. I would spend all my time thinking of how I would use the six bullets in my revolver, which I got very close to putting in my backpack one day. Then I would daydream about what I would do if I had a whole case of bullets. Now I am so glad I never think like that anymore. Some people may deserve it, but we shouldn't be thinking about things like killing with an unclear mind. The reason I didn't put that revolver in my backpack was that I looked down the staircase and thought what might happen if my grandmother saw me with that gun. Then I thought about how devistated she would be if I were to kill someone. I decided never to put my family through the pain of that. I just sat the gun back on top of the shelf and no one knew that I had ever picked it up. I suggest you also put your mental gun away, and think of all the people it would hurt other than the people you want to , and I liked the flow of the poem. It was well written.

Wow I could actually feel the hatred... the rage burning as I read this piece. Wow.

You know I have had days I think I have felt this painful anger just erupt in me and want to take it out on the masses and everyone who has hurt me or a loved one. This poem just amazed me because of the darkness that flowed through it.

Bravo to you once again dear Jopalse.