You tell me that change is good, but did you ever stop to think that maybe change isn't for me? Maybe you just misunderstood or you failed to see. I can't change who I am, you'll just have to accept it. My first instinct when I get mad is to hit. You say it's unhealthy and I need a priest, but I cannot control this beast. Nobody can, believe me, they've tried. And when they put in all their might, they almost died. I can't live with the fact that I almost killed people with my own hands, but you got to trust me, it wasn't in any of my plans. These things just happen, it's getting out of control. Sometimes I can tame it by going for a stroll. You see, this beast comes out at the worst of times and it doesn't make anything better. I try to hide it by wearing a big sweater. The sweater covers my face so that no one may see me because everything just seems like a flea. They bother and annoy me and I hate that there's nothing I can do. But sometimes someone ends up getting hurt by something I threw. The sweater may block what I see but not what I hear. Most of the time I wish I could disappear. What if I wasn't there, would anyone get hurt? The answer is no because there would be no reason to stay alert. When someone says something that I don't like, I go into full beast mode. I try to stop it from coming out but no matter how hard I try, I just explode. No I don't explode with tears I erupt with words. The most common target of this beast is the group labeled, "nerds." I just say things without thinking about them first. I guess it's kind of like a curse. You tell me that change is good, but did you ever stop to think that maybe change isn't for me?