June 5th 1993 Pain :boxem: (for unjust complainers, not us)

Pain, that's what you feel? You make me laugh, let me show you pain.
I'll wait till I hear "Ouch!", then I'll stop a second, and then give you double doses.
Pain, I live it, everyday in every area of my feeble life.
I wish to kill, I wish to destroy all of those individuals who've caused this hatred.
I hate and I despise keenly.
Hate is a cancer that bruises the heart with welts, as pistol whipping causes on tender baby's skin, I know factually.
Flaired, ugly, swollen, discolored welts.
"Ouch", I say, silently. To let the readers hear aloud may provide an inlet for them to disrupt my already made venom.
Now we can't have that, can we?
And when you answer, look closely into my eyes.
I don't need to look, I've seen you well before I met you.
It's called pure animalistic instincts.
If you ever walked in my shoes, you'd have it too,
only if you survived it,
like I did.
(Thank goodness I graduated from this, but hope it helps)
When The Shit Hits The Fan late 80's

You can leave me, I cannot.
When I remember, and feel it, rerunning for the second time.
You can leave me in my hysterical hell, I cannot.
When anger steps in, you can run from my flaring fury, I cannot.
You can leave at any given time, I expect it, in short.
But the fight at hand is so real, can't you smell the gunpowder, too?
Once again the warrior must stay and delegate justice, or lack there of.
You can call me your friend and feel safe next to my side.
You can ultimately trust me, love me, have faith in me, but in you, I cannot.
You see I am the product of environmental flaws.
There are alot of us and we act normal with ease, you see we have to.
Sanity is our pretend game we play by ourselves, it keeps us going.
But the most frightening thing of all, is the enemies act just as normal.
Unless protected thoroughly, a child may meet the enemy.
Are the parents prepared?
If not, then be prepared for the monster escaping from them, in the future.
That same monster that lives in me.
That same monster I fight daily, to stay free.
When the shit hits the fan,,, dlj Donna-Lynne Jordan