Reproach envelopes me. A hierarchy through violence -
  street
  society.
  Street society. I voice my contempt.
  
  Convinced of my immunity.
  
  Yet on a smaller scale, in my conflicted world, my
  resistance is
  stretched.
  
  You sense and provoke.
  
  You mock and degrade my friends and aims, tempting drastic
  actions -
  baiting me.
  
  My shame turning, turning to rage!
  
  Twisting the knot inside, the final strains of restraint
  discharged.
  
  Acceleration of loathing, driving my physical force.
  
  The shameful act, the feelings of angst, I considered
  myself
  incapable.
  
  Lay blame with me for the "bastard" that I am,
  (you're) too stupid
  to understand the scars your cruel words inflict.