The Real You

I can't promise 
that I will do my best
to understand this 
fucking mess.
You did it again, 
did it again
you were with your
so-called friends, 
to dink the nectar
which will shorten 
your fate.
This is the weapon
that gives you the strength
to tell what you think,
to show who you hate.
You're happy 
when I'm afraid.
All this anger I have inside
is like the evil that's
gnawing at me.
Do you have more power,
do you know
what I feel exactly?
You're so far from reality!
Listen to what I have to say !
Now I'm older,
I'm waiting for you.
you try to beat me,
I kill you.
The ascendancy
you had over me
has been blurred,
you will be able
to make me cry anymore!
Do you have more power?
Where is the real you?
I can't promise 
that I will do my best
to understand this fucking,
to forget this supid,
this useless mess!
If only, 
just one time,
you would listen to me.
Hear my fears 
to your subject 
all the fear I feel 
when you come home 
lather then usually.
This second state
I don't support anymore!!