• They pushed me around, threw me on the ground, as if I was their toy..
    I get up, wipe off the dust and blood, my blood, and I turn torwards them
    The laugh and snicker, thinking I wont fight back...
    Theyve got another thing coming

    I charge them, handing myself over to my rage, my bitter anger, my torrent of pain
    My eyes fill with red, my voice changes into snarls, and my speed increases
    Im a blur to them, then they are hit and they feel all my rage, my pain
    They now understand that I can fight back...

    My rage slowly burns away, my pain statisfied at the boys, crumpled and groaning on the ground
    I realise what Ive done, what I can become...