Continuum

bruises & cigarette burns a world full of violence seen with youthful eyes near the beginning of a life learning the ropes & watching how the abuser gets away with the abuse learning how the abuser bent on self-destruction & the destruction of others finds their way around a life of subtle self-hatred, where finding any peace means finding another to harm & the cycle is passed on, the addiction is multiplied--- cast out like a dirty rag by those around them, by a society that calls itself civilized, cast out by those that raised them, they follow by casting out their own, after beating them within an inch of their life & into the state system like parent, like child a new way of functioning is discovered where getting the wrong card drawn becomes the clear impetus for survival of the fittest & learning to hold your own is not only required, it is something to take pleasure in, because this way of stepping on others to crush them like ants, though it bloodies the knuckles, it asserts power in the hands of the rejected it asserts power in the hands of a real human being who has already been deemed a bottom feeder, whose chance to rise up is stifled or made frustrating at every junction possible & that first infringement upon the complacent calm of the rest of us, brings with it a penalty that is irrelevant, as to be confined within walls will only breed more anger it will only cause the need for an assertion of the power over others through violence to be that much more important both inside & when we spit them out again.