See, I am not scared or timid,
About fighting back.
But I have my own reasons,
That holds me back.
I have urges,
A hunger and hatred for a particular kind.
Bullies or Abusive one's,
I never mind.
I am afraid, I can't stop,
If I start feeling it again.
The violence, the chaos,
It almost feels like a game.
I am afraid that,
I might start to enjoy it, like I did before.
And then things could end up badly,
As a dark folklore.