Am i gonna be mean?
Or just a pushover
Be Relentless
Or take it easy

Stuck between the barriers
Of losing myself
And gaining acceptance
Struggling for truth
Starving for companionship

Bloodthirsty desires
Biting with their tongues tied
And teeth as sharp as knives
Digging into my fragile soul

Ignore the madness
Or run away
Either way
I cannot escape
What i perceive as
My harsh reality

And to top it off
Reality for everyone, is harsh
Like sharp wit turning to dust
Humor, a sin among the piteous
And the damaged folk

But will i give it all up?
Or struggle until the end
I know I'm not a fighter, but
Still freedom comes at a high price
And my desire to be free from this harsh reality
Where everybody's actions become their undoing
Is at too high a price to be mad at the world
Mad at myself

And so,
No
I won't be mean
At least for a little while
But who knows
When i might snap,
And allow those who still knick at my desirable flesh
Flipping myself off, just for being me
For being mean
For being me
Myself
Once again