So I've been under attack,

Who cares, I'm tuff, I fight back,

Can't intimidate here,

Because I have no hurt feelings fear,

You'll never catch me running from the stress,

Because I pass and grade my own test.

Then I try to do my best,

To still be kind and reasonable to my attackers,

I really don't need them for backers,

But I do realize that I like to be friends with everyone,

It's just more fun.

Some people will talk and write all day,

But what the hell do they really say,

A bunch Pychicbooboobabble

What I do hope about my words of write,

Is that mine have more might.

That my words at least have some type meaning,

And aren't really demeaning,

Causing some people to start screaming.

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Oh, the games people play now,

So I give myself a bow,

Because I speak from the heart,

I've done it right from the start.

If I'm guilty of psychicbooboobabble in anothers eyes,

Then I open my own eyes,

Read my heart again,

And still refuse to bend.

I write what I write.

It's the only way I like to write.

So I guess there'll just be a fight.

Blink,

Gone!