Stick up kid

you have a handicap it's an extension of that you use instead of exposing your feelings you're staring at me through crosshair eyes your thoughts are powerless to the death that you hold in the palm of your hand it's your false sense of security I can control everything I will give you your life I can take it away I will pass my judgement but who will protect me if I won't choose your way? I put this gun in your hand you should do the right thing and turn this gun on yourself for the sake of society and do us all a favor go ahead I dare you