I knew it all. Knew every word before you fucking spoke. Senses heightened, instincts aware, even singled out, I will not be bent to your will. From the start, I chose my path defined by mental clarity, yet I'm the one not seeing clearly because I refuse to live another way. I set myself apart, knowing full well the weight of these words: Only the dead go with the current. What better way to show you that I'm alive? What I may have lacked in age, makes no difference because in the end I still see the poisons the same, never faltering in the face of opposition. Knowing the outcomes, seeing the pain only solidifies my conviction. Knowingly choosing the path of abuse doesn't separate you, it only helps you find your place in the herd. Survival - my only goal, which have destined me to be your rival. Never to be manipulated. Eyes set firm, never stray. The strong will never become the prey. My wolf mentality means that until my death I'll go fighting every step of the way.