I shouldn't be violent, but I like it. I shouldn't hit him because he's different, but I hate him. I shouldn't start trouble, but I thrive on it. I need the energy, I need the confidence, I need to prove to the one who taunts me, And says I'm weak, and calls me scared, I need to prove myself wrong. The challenge gives me a rush As I give him a splash in the face As his blood is spilled, and he doesn't look back It adds another medal for me to wear But it's never enough. The commotion, I love it If it's creator is me or someone else I love it. I've tried the peace thing, My idol tells me I'm wrong, I've gone against the grain I've nothing to gain But a couple of minutes of adrenalin. I'm civilized enough to know the bad i do And the waste of energy i use, But I need it. I'm not always the winner, But there's no shame in being beaten By someone more superior As long as I win if i think I should One more trip home with blood and black eyes. I'm a quiet person, If only you knew me. I wouldn't strike a friend But would think twice about it. Positively unstable they say. I clash against myself I know the way forward But battle on the rough road backwards. I write poetry, I read novels, I draw and paint and listen to the Beatles, I love people from other races But I hit Goths, grebs, gays, geeks. I am a townie I wear those clothes they hate so much I listen to the Roses and other "shit" like that. They mouth at me, but can't back what they say, My short fuse is lit My sort temper is lost I strike. They don't say that again They look away from me when I see the out They tell their friends, it starts again, We’re chasing our tails. It's not the way forward But it's my way.Birth sign: Aquarius
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