hello welcome back (Explicit)

Riding the bus home, I walk to the back where are a few open seats. The thought crosses my mind that people have no clue who you are or what your about until you show them something. As I space out, letting my mind wander, a voice on the wind chimes through.

"I don't give a fuck about what you think of me. Mother Fucker sitting over there. Yeah, you heard me. Who the fuck do you think you are. Scared to look at me. Yeah, well fuck you. I don't care about what you think. Yeah." 

A random guy is staring me down from two seats over. Barely audible, but with an unwavering voice, he sits provoking me, waiting for me to make a move. A confrontation is the last thing I want right now. I don't give a fuck who you are or what you think of me. I have my own problems to deal with. I am moving out of my place because it's a hostile environment, and I can save money. Don't put your shit on me. Yeah. So you think you're big, you think you're tough. Well so am I. You're not the boss of me Mother Fucker. And I'm not about to let your jerkass get to me. Peace of mind. Discipline. Composure. Breathe. Really? Welcome back to reality.