I've learned to re-write and re-think myself
In ways that I could never even see myself
It makes it hard for me to be myself
But I just hold on and I'll just stay strong
So that,
Maybe one day I can handle this
With something more than a vice-gripped fist
A bout of anger, an attack that's swift, but worthless
Nothing is worth this
This anger, this rage
This poison, this hate
This fear, this fate
Won't get the best of me
This arsenic, this blood
This mutalation
This violence, this beast
Is just a reaction
Just a brutal reaction
sinister_murdock Community Member 
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