Dear Human Race,

I never meant to cause so much damage. But how could I not? I was given life to end life. They use labels such as assault rifle, chopper and fire stick. Personally, those do not sound inviting. Yet I am the most popular kid around, always being invited to the most exciting parties. One’s filled with women and children, young and old, of all different races and ethnicities.

I never meant to cause so much damage. But how could I not? I have won every track meet I have ever raced in. I can go for distance or time. I can either rattle off 30 rounds in a second or I can bang out minutes of constant fire. I am the jack of all trades. No matter the race, no matter the place I always win. I am left standing on tops of pools of blood, bullet casings and tears. The number of deaths I have caused is the exact same number of races I have won.

I never meant to cause so much damage. But how could I not? The magazines I flip through are not the ones that anybody should read. They are usually extended and are followed by the next one that was produced to do the same as the previous. My pages leave the biggest paper cuts, ones that puts holes in school children. My magazines take out whole families, schools and churches.

I never meant to cause so much damage. But how could I not? Society tries to silence me but I always prevail. Sometimes I wish I didn’t, sometimes I wish I was put down. For once, I wish I wasn’t the one doing all the talking. I hope for the day where humans speak louder than I do. Right now, I am shouting across all different neighborhoods. Taking lives that should never be taken. Stealing children from their families. Ruining marriages and leaving children without parents.

I never meant to cause so much damage. But how could I not? I’m in an abusive relationship between me and my parents. They take their anger out on me, they use me for problems they cannot handle themselves. When times get tough, they cock me back and unload all of my bullets. The biggest fear I have is that the badges put on their uniforms gives them the right to put my bullets into whoever they want. Their abuse causes segregation towards me and anyone that doesn’t look like them. They don’t do well with differences to be honest. Color matters to them but let me tell you, to me it doesn’t.

I do cause a great deal of damage and for that I am sorry. There is nothing I can do to stop this problem. You people are the ones who are mass producing me. I have so many relatives, so many I lost count. Humans should invest in protection and ones that don’t have the word assault at the beginning of them. We don’t do any good, we are placed in the hands of humans to blow holes in hands of others. Our function is not friendly please remember that. I am sick and tired of being blamed, this time it’s you people stopped doing this to yourselves. This needs to stop. From the gun to owner please silence me. Allow your voice to be heard instead of the rattling of my shell casings.

Yours always,

The Gun