The Desk.

Here's my official anniversary post, just because I needed a reason to post, even though I never need a reason to post. Been workin on it all spring break, let's see if I can finish up.

They say I didn't used to have
Such an anger as I've found,
But now I'll tell you, friend, to wait
As I reveal to you the history
Of where I've been and where I'm bound,
You'll then see the nature of my face and of its paint.
They say I wasn't always cool,
The guy you want to have around.
Even now most around me hold I ain't.
They say I couldn't always be
The funny village grio clown.
Even now most villagers claim I cain't.
They say I didn't always wear
This perverted cynic's crown.
Even now a few may see the taint-
Ed remnants of a softer, sad facade
Word only on a boy who'd been cast down
By the ones that by this taught him hate.
True, my anger shaped the years to come,
Seeking vengeance in this newly foreign town.
I sought them out, seeming weakness was my bait
As I became the Robin Hood of bullied boys.
Quivering behind a quiver with the bloodthirst of a hound,
My wit became my arrows, so it was my words they ate.
They say I couldn't always string
Together words of such soul-stirring sound,
And methinks it was this need that brought me state-
Ly words and ways to speak.
But soon it came to spread beyond this mound
Of idiotic foes with whom I was irate.
As I taught myself to fight,
The very skills I used were those that brought me 'round
To see that comical nature that for me is innate.
I forgot to care what arrows
Simple foes might shoot to bring me down
Because I had better thoughts to think on as of late.
So when they say I am
Consumed by viscious rage or bound
By deepest angers of my early dates,
Tell them it is not the
Bitterness, but rather apathy I found.
This sweet knowldge set me free from hate:
I do not have to give a damn.