Who

I'm chomping at the bit 

Claiming validity
Up on my soapbox, a leader
The more swelled our tongues became

My lungs begin to tear
Your tongue twist perverse
Some people live to destroy me
Led rats through the streets
Entering a near
Faceless as the snow

This poem is about: 
Me

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