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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