*your walking home from school and see me, you recognize me from school. I’m Harley, the punk girl who always gets suspended for fighting. You were always a little scared of me because I always got into brutal fist fights and I have no friends

You see me spray painting “fuck off pig” on a cop car and seem extremely worried that I’m going to get caught. I notice you staring

“What are you looking at? If you got a fucking problem spit it out.” I look intimidating and mean