Thoughts of rage speed through my mind sporadically. Like a NASCAR race, each car a memory or a trigger thought to make me grin. It's not like I want to. I don't have a choice. If I did, god I would spin this life around. But I can't. I'm always on the run. Not always from others. From myself. My past can't catch up to me, though it tries endlessly. It's darkness, it's bitter rage and anger only makes it that much stronger. Humanity doesn't know control. The concept, the theory or the action. There is no such thing. It's just a matter of how long until our next breaking point. Because for us, it isn't whether we have one. We actually lie to ourselves by saying we don't. We're too afraid or weak minded to admit that we do. We all have one. And it doesn't change. Someway, somehow, it comes back to find us. To haunt us. We wish it was different, but how can we change a whole society to think that way? A whole race for goodness sake? We can't. We aren't that powerful. Or motivated to. We simply give in to the rest of society and accept them as they are. And when they hit it, we deal with it. Not me though. When they deal with it, they take out their emotions on me. Their sadness, anger, frustration, all of it on me. They fear me though. It's not as if they mock me or tease me. They do it out of fear. But it's all a vicious cycle. They take out their emotions when they hit their breaking points on me, and that triggers my breaking point. Some call me a monster. Some call me, a hulk.