Steven had a few close friends
He wasn't a fan of the crowd
He was a bit of a geek
He chose to be loud
He was never vocally loud
No
But he carried a different
Air around him
When you breathed it in
You could feel the shift
From coward to hero
He didn't hide his emotions
He didn't berate or degrade people
Steven was a caring person
Who also stood up for what
He stood in
And when you finally ticked him off
And backed up into his personal space
And breathed in his air
And got close enough to touch him –
You would feel the shift
As that bloodthirsty killer
Held so carefully in check
Finally broke the lock
Of its so carefully made cage
And then you will see
And you will face
The consequences
Of where fucking around with the wrong person will get you.
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Suck It, Right?
PoetryJust me rambling. Some of it really doesn't make sense. Whatever. Poetry? Eh.
