You push you shove you just love the feeling you get when you make someone kneel at you're feet from a single hit you don't care one bit it's bull shit if you had any wits you might know why he's so quiet or why she's on a diet at the weight of 95 pounds but you don't know why it feels so good it's just a certain mood it's crude and if someone intrudes you hit them too do you not have a clue of why he cuts on his wrist and open wounds do you not here the sounds they make when you hit them in the rib cage to release you're rage your age is unknown it's unimportant but with every blow they take they get stronger but the beatings get longer until they fight back and through all in you're face and you realize it was all waist you got you're first taste of blood at the age of 8 and wanted more you flaunted in you're glory until things started getting gory you said sorry but they didn't worry you told a fake little story hopes they'd all feel bad but it just made them mad cause every hit they took from you they had recorded in a book it all came back bit you in the ass now you're walking around with a cast and 2 black eyes and you're mom wonders why but she didn't know she raised an ass but surely you're a bully that lost because people stood up after they woke up from their nightmare and realized they were yours
