"They’ll See What I’m Made Of"

[I wrote this in  teaching writing class in my writer's notebook as a response to a news story.  It is written in the voice of a very disturbed child.]

They’ll see what I’m made of.

Soon they’ll regret it all.

My revenge will come swiftly,

When they see me in the hall.

They’ll be sorry that they hit me,

Recall the times they made me cry.

They’ll take back the names they called me.

When I look them in the eye.

Johnny will plead with me.

He’ll say, “Don’t do this to my Ma’”

He’ll cry and shake, but I won’t care:

He’s had this coming since last fall.

Jenny, she will cry,

And her pretty lips will quiver.

But she told lies--humiliated me--

And I’m not ready to forgive her.

They’ll be begging me for mercy,

When I carry out my plans.

Now, I’ll be the one who’s laughing

While they beg me for a chance.

They’ll tell me that they’re sorry

That they were only having fun.

But, they’ll see what I’m made of

When I bring my daddy’s gun.