Reproach envelopes me. A hierarchy through violence - street =society.Street society. I voice my contempt.Convinced of my immunity.Yet on a smaller scale, in my conflicted world, my resistance is =stretched.You sense and provoke.You mock and degrade my friends and aims, tempting drastic actions - =baiting me.My shame turning, turning to rage!Twisting the knot inside, the final strains of restraint discharged.Acceleration of loathing, driving my physical force.The shameful act, the feelings of angst, I considered myself =incapable.Lay blame with me for the "bastard" that I am, (you're) too stupid =to understand the scars your cruel words inflict.