They spit in his face and wonder why he is so angry. They humilate him and wonder why he fights back. He wasn’t born angry, he was molded. He is awake, he doesn’t care to check his phone, he knows what will be there. He goes to college, always walking with his head down. Yet, he sees them, the people who hurt him so… He clenches his fists, he feels so many complicated emotions, contempt, murder, darkness..