I really shouldn't date,
I don't want to tempt fate.
I wouldn't even be third rate,
It's not just you I'd expose to hate.

I'm not racist but a fight is a fight,
I was just taught how to do it right,
From exposure to family every night,
No fists to throw; words are in my sight.

The happier you make me; the more dopamine,
and norepinephrine makes me mean,
Fight, flight, freeze; I go obscene,
My vocabulary becomes very lean.

I'll try and run away to a safe place,
I'll seem happy with a smile on my face,
around the room I'll pace,
pointing out your every disgrace.

My training make me appear to freeze,
Standing in place like a grove of trees,
The wind howling every time I sneeze,
words being blown upon a gentle breeze.

Like when I called my niece a "n*er",
she was 5, why did I pull the trigger?
now I try and act much bigger,
but I had said it with some vigor.

I wouldn't wish any one that fate,
It's why I will not date,
I don't want to expose anyone to my hate,
It's why to me no one can ever rate.