metal.

not just a choice, its me. if I was born to someone else.
my blood would be different, but my soul was meant for this life.
not for someone else, or for "cool" points. if you even listened you'd understand.
my face will get  people to leave me alone. but you'd never understand.
not you'd understand, but I'm me,you cant change this being. if you knew that,you'd get off my back.
my strength is hate, you never have realized that. but  you think I'm still the little boy you knew FAR to well.
not that I'd care what you think, but I asked to be polite.  if you were normal people, you'd yell at me.
my words mean more then you'd understand. but how much of me do you even know?