Stranger’s Manifesto

Entry 9

I knew.

I freaking knew.

Not in my brain.

But somewhere deep in my bones.

I knew.

And I did nothing to stop it.

The shoulda-woulda of the guilt train

Reminds me

Every time I close my eyes.

That’s why I have to do something now.

Even if people hate me for it.

Implementing my plan is painfully easy,

Because there are perks

To being invisible.

No one feels the heat of my eyes watching

Or wonders what I’m doing out of class.

No one sees me lurking by lockers.

So planting playing cards is a freaking piece of cake.

I’ve got to practically wave the clues under their noses.

That’s how stupid they are.

Or maybe just how

Inconsequential

I am.