Blunt Gash

Tired of people who judge s?i? is like an exile I do sometimes hold a grudge But with a smile Why should my energy Be more lenient I like being free But thats not what I meant Cause I know my mind Is locked and imprisoned Whatever I look for I can't find They watch ,they laugh Tell me I won't get out My words boil till I barf Than I hear about my mouth Being an outcast Is fine cause I Couldn't care less I'd rather die ?n?? your malice Wish I had the strength To fight the hurt & hate But I'm fought by sense The anger elevated Lost in the moment The aggression savored But lost and devoured The pain is a drive Like a relic A way of life