My Side of the Story Vol. II

216.) Any Space

Anyone is capable, what you gotta look like? What does it look like after you take that final strike. Well I guess that's what happens when someone pushes you too far. End up like Jazmine Sullivan Busting Windows out of Cars. But I honestly don't blame her, after everything he had done. Maybe for him it was some sick twisted version of fun. In my scenario he threw everything away. Okay fine, I guess no one gets to eat today. You slam the door on me and steal my phone. I had to whoop you for the temper tantrum that you've thrown. The crazy part is, is that you made another attempt. I have no idea why you talk to me with so much contempt. But this time you walk away, phone clenched in your hands. I had to do something, you wouldn't meet any of my demands. Not that you've done any of that at any point in my life. You're actually the cause of my consistent strife. So I catch you, fist pressed on your windpipe. You probably fell for the illusion of some kind of stereotype. That I was ever scared of you and the things that you could do to me. After you sexually harassed me and spit in my face. I don't know why this idiot can't just give me any space.