Walking toward the cliff with thoughts in my head,
I’m not scared; no, this time I’m not afraid.

Why do you keep yelling at me like a meathead?
You know, what you’re saying is in bad taste.

It makes me want to scream ef in your face.
Or should I shatter your thick skull with a mace?

You think this is mad; then get inside my head.
I suppose hell is not what you dread.

If you don’t respect my personal space,
then you should immediately get out of my face.

I wish I could shout all this at your face.
But I don’t want to go to your place.

Walking toward the cliff with thoughts in my head,
I scream my head off but not at anyone’s face.

— Petra

I don’t usually write something like this, but it needed to be written. It was that kind of day, ya know… 🙂