yet the days go too quickly

people never want to fight me, because i don't back down.
my mom calls me a hundred and seven pounds of whop ass.
and i may not do any damage, but, hey, neither will you, kiddo.
even if you take everything from me, you can bloody me up, you
can lock me away, you can strip me of everything.

but you will never win.
because i never get up.
even if i die
i will keep the same standered.

it's that easy.
you can break my arm,
slit my wrists,
but i'll still give you that same
irrational, stupid, irritating cocky
smirk.
and you'll just want to hit me again.

but it'll never go away, kid.

i remember i called this one dick a kid
and he told me he was older than me.
i said he will still be a kid because he doesn't
even understand the statement or the
indifference in it. his brilliant comeback?
stop being a whore and stop buying my
clothes at walmart. for your information,
i find walmart trendy,
asshole. and that's what brightens my day.

i remember this one kid cheated on my friend
and i called him a jack ass, not capable of something
almost half the human population can do with ease.
he told me i was a wannabee emo fuck. oh, who's scared now,
jack ass?

i remember this one kid had a crush on me, back in fifth
grade. we made fun of him. and he tried to choke himself
in my spanish class.

and that's the only time i've ever regretted my vile
temperament. until this other kid came around.
and just. won't. fucking. leave.