I feel like fighting
Punching the wall, hitting thin air.
Letting out a string of filth from a foul mouth.
Simple minds and even smaller brains of IDIOTS.
How I hate people to anaylze and catagorize me!
The power of this pen mightier, stronger and slices deeper than the calm that I appear to possess to the naked eye.
You DONT know the mind I have with your cheap shots at understanding.
I will beat you, and not with my bare fists but with this calculated wisedom.