(Lyrics from Eminem's 'Beautiful')
I took my bruises,
took my lumps.
Fell down and I got right back up.
It wasn't that hard to get up, when people want to push you up just to see you fucking fall back down again. I use words as a poison, and then my fists as a final knock out. Sometimes that isn't enough, and I have to show them what angry really is. No matter how times that bitch pushed me down, I got up and knocked her down on her ass. Her, and all her friends. Made some of them like me, just to see, what would happen if they messed with me. So I push them down to, and laugh at their sadness. See, it's what fuels this anger.
But I need that spark
to get psyched back up.
I take a final set of ten on the punching bag, and give my sore hands a rest. Something wasn't the same, I didn't have that fuel to keep me going and going until my hands started to hurt terribly and my nails pierced my skin in the boxing gloves. The fuel wasn't other people's pain, maybe it was my anger. Stupid people, just the regular fags that made my days hell. Maybe I needed them to spark this fuse and make me blow up.
I just decided to pick this pen up
and try to make an attempt to vent.
No one reads what I write anymore, so why do I keep doing it? I don't know, maybe it's the one thing that seems to zone me out completely to the point where I actually fall asleep at the keyboard. It's the one thing that make's me forget all this shit I've been in. I stretch my arms, crack my back, get those creative juices flowing, and hang my life on the rack. Doesn't seem to matter, who I am, what I do, and if I live.
But I know one fact.
I'll be one touch act to follow.
I want to see someone try and top me. Try and outdo me, cause I know that bitch will. Can't believe my friend thought I'd get along with that group of Mary Sues, the wannabe emo girls, the idiots that we all deal with. No one can do better than me when it comes to being mean and making others cry, I want to see someone try and beat me.
