I wonder if I'm fighting myself
It's possible I'm just not a good person
I'm growing up
Many in my shoes are scared
I'm just bored
I'm an adult
So why do I just feel like a kid?
Following all the rules
It's been two years since my last true crime
My last fight
And maybe my last time being me
I'm glad to be out
Away from the loss and violence
But part of me misses it
I long for the excitement
I learned to no longer fear death
And instead felt a thrill every time I faced it
How can I live a normal life after that?
I'm going into the world and I feel like changing it
I want to make something
But part of me feels I have to destroy something first
