Little Boy

You want to fuck with me? Fine. You want to be such a little man that you are going to go around scaring girls? Fine. You can't handle rejection, even when it's done gently? Fine. I will have no issue being hard on you from here on out. You want to key my car? Wow... brave boy. You're trying to express your pain, I suppose. What a stupid fucking way you have about you. You might want to look into a more positive way to vent your emotions. Or, even, and here's a shocker... learn how to realize when your pain is completely irrational and you're blowing shit way out of proportion. You're supposed to be a man, you're nothing but a child. And that's even giving you more maturity credit than you deserve. You want to come knocking on my door? I'm waiting for you to do it again. Make no mistake about this, motherfucker, you continue to make me feel like I've got something to fear (making me feel something won't constitute me wasting my time acting on it, necessarily, you stupid little bitch), any pacifist ways that I tend to be inclined to will go right out the window. You threaten me, you threaten anyone I love (or, hell, even remotely care about - or anyone - for that matter)... don't even get me started. You act on any said threats, you better be prepared to be burned. I'm not so stupid as to think that I can win any fight but one against a pussy like you? I have to believe I've got one hell of a chance.

You come around again. I see you... I will report it. You get more aggressive than that? I will be vigilant and I will be willing. Don't think you can ruin my peace of mind just because I'm on guard now. I'm not alone in this, asshole, I've got plenty of people ready to help me defend me. And I'd do the same for them. Evil, LITTLE twisted fucks like you don't stand a chance against those fighting for that which they love. One more thing... anything really terrible happens to me... everyone knows your name and now we also know your history. Bitch.