It all started the day by the hallway
My thoughts, my own words I say
What's filled in me is no unending
That even if I tend not to tell, it will come out soon
And when it does, so much energy
It could explode the moon
Anyway, let me continue my story of that noon
On a skateboard with a backpack
Coming from the lunchroom
Bruises and wrongs have become my norms
The ego's so finished, rage can overpower storms
That love is no more that put me out of mom
Continuing on the tale
The weather was calmy still
One punch from the blue and the eye is pale
Maniac laughing at my face with his chill
And my mind was overburdened with thoughts to kill
Cause it wasn't the first time he popped a pill
And I was aware, compared to him, I'm too far in skill
"Punk," he said and just stomped away
His boys got the rest of what I was left
In the middle of the ground,
There lay a kid with a bleeding chest
And I wasn't like him, he's what I detest
The skateboard in pieces, I couldn't rest
Revenge got the better of me
And that leads me to be the most meanest miscreant
And that's what the whole world got to see
I muster the courage with one thought in my mind
Too much adrenaline that it was fueling behind
But I did nothing that much that day
Cause I became unconscious just a mile away
Suddenly the sky was grey
Here's where I remain
A psychopath with aim of vengeance
And the next day, I was ready
Packed up my dad's nine in the hind
Just to blow his brains from behind
And that was my plan
But I want to understand
Is this wrong or, right?
What is Better?
Fight or Flight?
For the short term, it might be right
But he would just pass a painless death
And I would be the cause of it
Cause since my birth, I've been cursed with this curse to just curse
Till that thrust when I burst with the errs I coerced
Turn back, it is okay
You're too angry, take a break
Just think over it, you would get a better solution
This ain't no time to lead a revolution
There are other ways to make him pay, I need a better movement
But before the idea of retreat passed my mind
There stood the same old situation to which I was bind
My hand goes behind and I feel the cold metal of my rusty nine
The time of judgment, is it the right time?
Anger and fear made me blind
There wasn't any room for me to be kind
As the bully comes closer, I decide to make a choice
A push to my stitched heart is what I needed
And I pull it up, cock it as screams rushed
My hands are bloody,
I look over the body and scream what have you done
You turned an innocent man into a guilty one
It is a little too late for you to say that you're sorry now
You kicked me when I was down
But you can't hurt me no more
I had to pay for what's around
No love lost, No love found.
By: Armaan Yusuf
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