My pain is over whelming.

My anger grows by the hour.

Here I live, I live a life unlived.

I am alone in this world.

I’m the middle one, the younger one, the stupid one.

I am what grasps onto their friends because they have nothing else.

I stutter, I stumble, I wear glasses, I do not wear the fashions.

I am an out sider, a cast away, a loner, a loser.

I am not someone that many would like for company.

Yet I am the innocent, the pure, the good.

That is what I am to others.

I do not play up, I do not pick fights, hell, I’m not even loud.

I am seen as timid and good natured,

I all ways keep myself under control.

I am sick of it.

People look at me strangely when I show my anger,

and they get up me, saying I hold a grudge.

Yet I am the one forgiving them not long after.

That is what they expect.

Well I’m sick of it!

I’m sick of forgiving!

I’m sick of being quite!

I am sick of being looked down to,

being pushed around, pushed to the side.

I want to yell!

I want to scream!

I want to curse!

I want to be able to show my anger,

it is my right!

I don’t want pity,

I want fear!

I want people to fear me when they look at me,

when they dare look at me!

I have been pointed at and laughed at long enough!

I know you all tell stories behind my back!

I know how you all think I’m some kind of joke!

I’ve had it up to here!

I should bust your head in,

and brake a few fingers!

What? Don’t you think I could do that?

I’m tougher then you think.

I’m smarter then you think.

I can be dangerous when I want to.

That’s probably why I’m so quite,

so good behaving.

Because I know I could if I wanted to.

I am silent, forgiving, polite.

I am loyal and trustworthy to any friend.

But if you cross me,

feel my wrath!

I can be dangerous,

I can be deadly.

And if you do wrong me,

don’t worry, I’ll make you pay!

I’ll drag you down!

Just because I’m quite,

doesn't mean I wont get you.

It may not look like I’m attacking you,

I may even be sitting beside you,

laughing at some kind of joke.

But I am getting you.

Slowly and carefully,

I will punish you.

But only until I am satisfied, or I get a proper apology.

No one disserves to suffer,

like I have.

Call me gentle, call me pussy.

But I will not sink to your level.

I’ll just wait until you rise to mine.