In the beginning You couldn't get me to raise my voice Not for anyone No matter how many scars they inflicted No matter how hard they shoved and knocked me down I wouldn't fight Nor would I get anyone to fight for me I was their pawn On the chessboard of their lies and betrayal When street hockey came around You wondered where my physical strength came from You wondered how I could check a 23 year old man into the boards With my 15 year old 5'8 115 pound body And injure him so badly that I ended up Bruising every single one of my ribs And popping a couple out of place You still wonder how I could possibly have done that Without a single thread of anger shown Now look at what's become of me Look at my face, my hands Listen to my voice The girl who used to show no anger has been broken down With his hands, he took my innocence He took my control- my life And has awakened a girl who shows no mercy to those who down her In the beginning You couldn't get me to raise my voice Now you can't get me to stop My life now consists of anger Hostility Screaming Arguing until I get my way I geuss I really should be in Anger Management Or maybe you should stop harrassing me.Birth sign: Scorpio
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