I mask my sadness with pure aggression and anger, I break whatever makes me think, whatever makes me think about the sadness, the horrible things, I don't want to think about it so I break it, cause I'm good at that, and people call me disgusting or a freak for it, its better being called a bully or a brute than being called a baby or weak.. I think I'm bipolar.. I am a fist amidst the hands, and I chose to break what's around me just because I can, I am unruly and a brute just to forget.