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Stress "Beast boy" smith


 

You stare at me 

Your eyes are black as night but clear as day 

Your eyes are bright and full

Your eyes are my reflection and the reflection of everyone in my life 

You you you are a beast but also a bunny you transform into evil and beauty and both affect me 

You are one of the most powerful beings alive 

You invoke fear in me

You make me cry 

You make my laughs turn into tears 

You are my family 

My friends

My dreams 

My hopes 

My fears

My tears 

You you make me sad and mad and glad 

You laugh scars and bruises 

You are like wolverine and the hulk combined 

You do bleed but only in drops and when u bleed u don't bleed your own blood but rather u bleed my tears and the tears of my family 

My friends

My hopes 

My dreams 

My fears 

You bleed out my pain and I can't help but want to help and fix you 

I can't help but want to change you 

I can't help but make you stronger 

And even though I wish you would go away 

Even though I wish I never met you 

Despite my fist being raised and the knife in my left hAnd I can't hurt you 

And so I drop the knife 

I lower my fist 

I lower my fight 

I end the attack and the kill 

Because I know without you there would never be a fight in the outside world 

Because if I kill you 

I will no longer want to fight 

And if I don't want to fight myself if I dint have you puShing me 

How will I survive in a world that will and fighting me 

A world that will stab me A 

knife 

Because if you I have patience 

And so ... I lower my knife conceal the desire to kill and instead put that energy into helping others in the world put away their knives on each other 

Put that energy into raising not fist but hands interlocking 

The hands of many races, religions and genders 

So I won't kill you today no I'm just going to smile 

I'm going to conceal and not let it show 

I won't release you to the world or let you bring out the animal in me but rather conceal you and present to the world a superhero 

Someone who will help others and kill themselves in the process 

Tear away at me and while u are busying  doing that I will be out helping others 

Loving others 

Sharing with others 

Being there for other people

For other lives 

Because honestly others won't they will be too busy fighting with your family members 

You are bad and good 

You are me 

And I can't kill myself 

I can only accept it 

So do you and imma do me 

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