I made this during Music class. The teacher flipped at me and sent me to detention for not listening.

But... I regret nothing.

I see a suicidal narcotic,

Destroying all things unworthy and undeserving.

He is a dynamite waiting to explode,

And he craves for the world to drop dead and give him justice.

He is free. Dangerously free.

He does not see his life as he heads through the storm.

He becomes the weakest.

I see a passionate player.

Running his dream and following his goals.

He drops the bat and picks up the sword to fight,

And he wins the game he has labelled life.

He is free. Passionately free.

He knows how the rain cannot hide all his pain.

He becomes alone.

I see a neglected child,

Seeking attention with every chance that he gets.

He scrams, shouts, and whines,

And he acts spoiled to always feel safe and loved.

He is free. Cowardly free.

He does not know how the lightning has made his life a mess.

He becomes silent.

I see a man of brawl,

Protecting his loved ones with his almighty fists.

He is persistent and loyal to a fault,

And he is fierce in the face of battle.

He is free. Strongly free.

He knows how the sun will shine too brightly and blind him.

He becomes hasty.

I see a lone vigilante,

Walking the earth and bringing justice to the land.

He patrols the streets till late in the night,

And he sleeps in the cold and wakes up with the morning sun.

He is free. Unjustly free.

He feels the ominous chill in every cloud passing by.

He becomes a threat.

I see a young lady,

Looking up to the stars and hoping that she'll find her way.

She longs for the affection that she barely feels,

And she craves for a companion- a friend.

She is free. Seemingly free.

She does not know the impending danger she is in behind the mist.

She becomes a puppet.

I see a rich tycoon,

Basking in the cold feeling of his riches.

He possesses the treasures of a hundred seas,

And he can have anything he wanted.

He is free. Illusionary free.

He does not see the mist casted by his wealth.

He becomes obsessed.

I see a selfless saint,

Taking everything that the world throws him with compassion and kindness.

He swings his fists as if he was praying,

And he forgives and finds goodness in his enemies.

He is free. Selflessly free.

He realizes how the sky smiles down at his naivete.

He becomes his own downfall.