
I have lived my life
Knowing
The strong hurt the weak
And the weak hate the strong
But the weak also hurt the strong
And the strong also hate the weak
When you are strong
You always have to pull back
And it makes you over cautious
Because you’re afraid to just be
It makes you angry at times
Because you don’t want to hurt someone
And even when you pulled way back
You’ll end up hurting them anyway
And after it’s happened enough
It breaks you in a way you cannot glue
And you go all out
Smashing everything around you
Because you can only pull back
For so long
Then, when the dust clears
You feel bad for unleashing yourself
And you start to blame those who caged you
Simply because they were too weak
To ever let you be
You
And boy, does it hurt
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold



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