S.O.L.D.I.E.R

I've been thinking about school lately, and the thoughts haven't been coming too well. School is just not my thing. I'm not a school boy. Soo much rules that I have to follow. I didn't ask for school, I didn't ask for nothing in my useless life of mine. But one thing I am asking for is the military. I would rather deal with the strict rules in the military than school. As if high school is too much, college is gonna be worse. Besides, I'm academically unfit for college anyways. I have the super urges to make people bleed. To see their blood upon my knuckles. I like to know I hurt someone. Violence is my relief, my cure.

I haven't had a proper family to help me get through with things, but I found them in high school. I have thousands of older sisters. I've always wanted a older brother to talk to, to help me when needed. I found a older in high school. I have little brothers at home and school, just as well as little sisters. Last but not least, I have that one person, my other half, my queen that I've always asked for. Just when I get the stuff I ask for, I have to leave them behind.

Everybody always telling me that college is a great experience, this and that, but so is the military. The word military doesn't even put no kind of fear in my heart, but it puts adrenaline in me. I'm so eager to graduate high school so I can make the step that I ask for. College is too much drama to go through, unlike the military. My anger worsens everytime I know I can't hurt someone. But there's no one to stop me from doing that when I'm in the military. The countdown begins now for my entry to the Marines. Fuck society, fuck everybody and everything that came in my path. All that is only but a mere memory now. I'ma have to distinguish these memories as well and just look forward to my new playground, my brothers in arms, and the bloodshed that I ask for.