Do you really want to hear about me?

Then, boy, do I have a story for you.

 

I am exactly what one would expect

No irony really intended

I put my shoes on one at a time

And my disposition has been mended

I've been told to keep my faults inside

And never to let them out

But now that you say "no filter," I will no longer die

Let me show you what I'm truly about...

 

I am a bad-ass

I am a punk lover's dream.

I am the one who bottles up all of his rage

And then lets it out every time he screams.

I have a fire inside that will burn an eternity

Consuming every living thing that ever hurt me.

No matter what it was

No matter who it may have been concerning

I will find a way

To make them pay for all of this burning.

My rage is not all I am, of course.

I have many faces, as people might say.

I hide things on the inside and throw emotions away.

Why let things dig a hole in something thats all ready so shallow?

Why not let them go and tell them to dig through someone else's marrow?

 

I apologize ahead of time

For I'm usually much more controlled.

I have the disposition of an old man

Who has learned to do what he is told.

This is all quite new to me;

Letting things out that are frowned upon.

I guess I never really got a chance to see 

What it is like to be different than the standard one.

You understand, I hope,

That this is all just merely fleating.

I will only feel this way for a second.

See? My headache's already receding.

 

Again, I truly apologize.

I know you don't want to hear those awful things.

These insane thoughts will surely die.

I'm finished with wasps and their ungrateful stings.

Throughout all of my corpse, and mind alike

I try and try to hold back my bite

Or act the slightest bit improper, for that matter

Because only then will my veil be shattered.