I’ve had a fear of this band ever since
I crushed a boy’s life in 6th grade.
I huddle up in fear that my anger might slip and be consumed. That it might slip and I might lose everything that I’ve worked for. I now sometimes I feel terrible that did such a thing, but then I reminded myself that it all happened for a reason.
What happened was that we in a park. We talked about everything, and I figured out my role model was taking drugs. She had done it with her cousin. And the dude that was there..
Well I’ll name him Jake.
Well, Jake insulted my sister that night. Then, I mistook my anger for love. And I tricked myself, and my heart. Little by little times changed.
He was nice to my face, but then to behind my back, he said things. He remarked me as a “stalker”, “poser”, “a*****e’, and “bicth”.
I heard this and I cracked, I thought about my situation. And then it struck me, this idiot was the cause of everything that was going on. I was fooled, for he had tricked me.
The truth was the more I hanged out with him, the more my grades declined, my parents yelled more, and my friends leaving. I was pissed, I wanted to hurt him, rip him. Nothing could stop the animal I had become.
I started seeing past him, moving beyond his old tricks. He actually said “Gangsta is Emo”. Were did he get that?
The hate. The rage. The hate that filled me to the rim. I wanted to end him once and for all. The rage filled me, sucked into a deep abyss of revenge.
For now he is not silenced.
But, close enough.
R e a n C a r n a · Fri May 23, 2008 @ 01:34pm · 0 Comments |