Slow down enough to see that you've nearly destroyed
everything around you.
The way you try to intimidate what you don't understand and can't control.
Reflecting the angry monster that you grew up with.
Are you proud?
Because I'm done.
Cowering at the sound of your voice, your echoing footsteps.
It's a little bit old now, and I'm not as scared as I used to be.
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