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