Fighter

People have so much hate.
A rage rushes through your body,
It can become so bad on a high rate.
That you might just kill somebody.
A boy once told me that he could see
A different person, a figher inside me.
I said no way, it cant be true.
So he hit me and I hit him too.
We went back and forth just like this,
Untill I saw that the truth was his.
He said that the best way
Was to find away to keep the hate.
Build it up and just wait.
Then let loose and you wont have to try,
All you need is to let your rage fly.
Then you can come out of that cage,
That feeling that makes you hold back,
That is the feeling you have to attack,
This boy that taught me how to fight,
I never new he could be so right.