My words are like missiles.
My reactions are like RADAR.
My winks are like warning signals.
My eyes are flares.
My fists are cannons.
My love is a self-destroying mechanism.
My hatred is my gasoline.
My soul is my commander,
My mind is my War Room.
My friends are my Generals,
My aquaintances my army.
My enemies are people entirely too close to me,
My enemies are too far away.
My enemies are discreet,
My enemies are far too blatant.
My everything aches.
My senses long for a new sensation.
My eyes long to see new things.

I just want what I want.