Guns,Bombs,Sparks

Pased in words
turned to fright
panic flowing throught our veins

Thoughts racing
hearts beating
eyes shifting

Trusting hardly oneself
fear of school
skipping and ditching

Guns and bombs
police here and there
what are our lifes turning to

Insults and remarks
turned to guns and sparks
jokes turned to threats

The silence in the air
carries an feeling
a sense of fright

Our lives have gone to hell
school a firey pit
where nightmares are reality

Safety is the past
fear is the present
violence is the future

It is original, I'll give you that. But it's not fully developed. Or, it may be, but not worded correctly. I'll give you the latter.

Safety is the past
fear is the present
violence is the future.

That, though, was very good.
And me knowing what happened, I know where this came from, so I know it's very personal to you. And I'm taking that into consideration, so it is pretty good.

Safety is the past
fear is the present
violence is the future

I liked this part very much.
Although, I thought you could have been a little more experimental with your format instead of three lines a stanza. And you do get your point across.
What I really liked about this poem, like TCD stated above, you lived through that experience so each word exemplifies unfathomable emotion.
Great job. It has a lot of potential.

I agree about the other part, but I still like this line the most:
where nightmares are reality
That's just so hauntingly vivid, I guess. I know exactly where you're coming from, and that line is just the horrible truth.

Thanks. I'm not the best but yea. I have time to improve. I mean I JUST turned 13. A little over 3 weeks ago.