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9 years ago
When I was in elementary school I had a bully who was the gem of the school. Rich, tall, strong, athletically gifted, popular, everyone made him out to be a leader. I was poor, shorter, only wanted to have fun while playing sports, introverted, nobody wanted me on their team, only had a few friends and I had some jacked up teeth. Some reason he decided he wanted to start picking on me cause of all these reasons. He made me feel like a worthless, unwanted, hideous, sorry excuse of a person. Each morning before class would start he would verbally torment me, beat down my mental psyche. I hated it, I hated him, I just wanted him to go away, so bad to the point where I would contemplate bringing a screwdriver to school so I could stab him and get it over with. I wanted to see his blood run, I wanted to feel the cold steel of an American made Craftsman flat head pierce his skin and drive deep in his body, I wanted to feel pleasure in causing pain to him as he did to me, I wanted to do it repeatedly and see him fall to the ground helpless, bleeding, crying, suffering and praying. But I knew I could not get away with it, nobody would believe he was verbally berating me, torturing me, causing me mental pain. My brother exposed me to this album. I would listen to this album to escape, I would learn these songs on my guitar as a 6th grader. Luckily I snapped one day when I was with my brother and sister and told them what was going on. Somehow my brother found this little kid, his friend (who had the audacity to befriend me earlier but then decided it would be funny to join in my ridicule) and his mother at the market. To this day my brother hasn't told me what really happened but since then he never caused me trouble. Moral of this story, 15 years later I am my own man, moved away from my hometown, family is proud of me, have a few close friends, stay out of trouble, and am enjoying my life. He, on the other hand, is the clown depicted in this song. Last I heard he's not comfortable leaving the plush surroundings that feed him, hides behind a veil of muscles, and has been apologizing for the sorry excuse of a person he really is. "I don't run around trying to be whats not within me. Look into my eyes, I am free. You're just a wannabe! Throw your Hate me cause I'm strange? Hate me, (used to) tell me I'm a pussy and you're harder than me. (Muscle) body to hide who you are? Scared to be yourself? Be who you are - A COWARDLY MAN!!! CLOWN YOU AINT SHIT GET YOUR FACE SPLIT!