Kick the kid, kick the kid
They all yell
They all scream
Circles of bloodthirsty vultures
Ready to dine on the misery of others
At the expense of both
The dignity of the attacker and the victim
His blood is on my shoes
My converse are stained now
Forever they will scream out
SHAME ON YOU, YOU ****
I don't want to be a monster
They are making me a monster
The world wants me to be a monster
I have to be a monster
To get by
I look down at him again
I don't want to kick him
But they keep shouting
I am so weak
Maybe if I kick him a little, they'll see how strong
I can be
kick
kickkickkick
kick
KICKKICKKICK
No more screaming
No more yelling
No more pulse
The crowd runs away
They leave me with my shame
And my stained shoes
And my victory
At least I have that
Victory