Mean ole guy

words that make tears, Fears that take years. Hits that take hope, hurt that hangs like rope. A mean ole guy, With pain behind his eyes, Victimize, violence, and vengeance. All in which he uses in disguise. Treating others like they have no life, But who would understand they were the ones, The ones he liked. The anger, grief, when he hit, it came as a relief. He became sad, he knew what he was doing was bad. He stopped, he stood, he stands for what is good. No more hits, names, or games. He realized he couldnt dish out, what he took. Raise the flag, to stop, to stop, to stop, what they never had...