Reproach envelopes me.
A hierarchy through violence-street society.
I voice my contempt.
Convinced of my
Yet on a smaller scale,
In my conflicted world,
My resistance is stretched.
You sense and
You mock and degrade my friends and aims,
Tempting drastic actions - baiting me.
My shame turning, turning to
Twisting the knot inside,
The final strains of restraint discharged.
Acceleration of loathing, driving my physical
The shameful act, the feeling of angst,
I considered myself incapable.
Lay blame with me for the "Bastard" that I
(You're) too stupid to understand the scars your cruel words inflict.