Here I Am Nineteen without a job No girlfriend, no purpose Just anger and hate He wore a red bandana “No controversy” blazoned in white Yet all he really wanted was someone to fight. Basketball in the school yard With chain link nets Getting high all night, sleeping til light. Believed in memes Sent by teens Dressed as experts, naked as babies. Needing to be something; anything To make him a man To let others see. Found himself a gun With too many rounds Found himself a crowd “Here I am” “Here I am,” he screamed Shooting his ego into the hearts of the innocent He never got to see The headline he dreamed “Just another day in the USA”