HEY TOUGH GUY! 

You're strong right? You could probably beat me to a pulp.

You're friends, they know your strong. Everyone knows you're strong.

But do you? Of course you do, why wouldn't you?

You walk around, like you own the place. Like you could rule.

I'm sure you could too--with the right tools. But you build a wall up, you're so scared to let it down.

HEY TOUGH GUY!

Am I the only one who sees it? You hurt others because you're too scared to hurt yourself. 

You point at the weak one, with three fingers pointing back at you.

It's like everyone else is filled to the brim with something you lack.

So you take it away from them, hey, whats so special about them anyway? 

HEY TOUGH GUY!

You wonder where your mother is, but then again, no. Don't ask questions you already know the answers to.

Wheres your father? Ah, who cares you know you're better off without him! Don't waste energy worring about someone who couldn't worry about you.

The house is empty, your sweat sticks to your clothes to your skin. But you don't complain, at least no one saw you walk home.  You think to shower...wait, how can you?

You didn't steal enough money to pay the bills.

HEY TOUGH GUY!

I see you're hurting. Do you you're hurting? Why don't you let me help you, I suggest. 

"No"

You shake you're head with a smirk.

"Can't you see how tough I am?"