The rage, the fury, the wrath that sharply speeds around.
My Chest, My arms, the pit of my stomach.
My mouth is downturned and angry.
My eyes washed with red and black.
Fists clenched and heavy breathing.
You think I am weak? Because I don't fight? Because I don't like violence? Because I am just the "Nice Guy"!? Is that it??

Well, I have 3 words for all of you who have put me through crap and ruined my life...

**I've finally snapped.