I was shy.

Never spoke out of turn

never took a step more than I could

always seeking acceptance.

I kept my opinions to myself,

all my ideals, my opinions, my beliefs

they were mine and mine alone.

But then something happened

Her eyes, they were glass.

The tears enclosed them 

They were fragile and scared trying so hard not to break

She had heard the gunshots. 

She had run as far as she could,

away from that school where she would later return 

but now 17 of them were missing

So now I march

I scream

My own voice like the gunshots she once heard 

All in hopes of preventing another girl from experiencing the same as her