Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
A Better Person
I let the thoughts of the unsound
Validate my mind.
Aren't my thoughts even mine?
I remember my time of kicking and fighting,
Beating someone bad for
All the emotional trauma I'd suffered,
And never stopping to look back.
Until now.
Seeing kids laughing at me.
Back then,
It only took one punch to
Turn the laughter
Into screams of pain.
And I liked it.
I wanted it to be something
That I could regret,
Maybe to make me feel like
A better person.
But there's no regret, no remorse.
To hell with every last one of them.
October 1, 2004
Validate my mind.
Aren't my thoughts even mine?
I remember my time of kicking and fighting,
Beating someone bad for
All the emotional trauma I'd suffered,
And never stopping to look back.
Until now.
Seeing kids laughing at me.
Back then,
It only took one punch to
Turn the laughter
Into screams of pain.
And I liked it.
I wanted it to be something
That I could regret,
Maybe to make me feel like
A better person.
But there's no regret, no remorse.
To hell with every last one of them.
October 1, 2004
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