Comma, Dash, oh No....

theres this thing in me
growing and manifesting
drying out with the sun
and growing with the early morning chill
theres this thing in me that never smokes
never drinks or dies
the thing that lets me make the right choices
know when to try
when to walk
and most importantly
when to say
"fuck it, lets do the thing"
theres this thing in me
that pisses on everyone
in my head
the thing that doesn't want to come out
because this world has too many assholes already
you don't need another one
a decision is made even before
i make a move
theres this thing in me that doesn't let me be me
a thing that taste like victory
every time i bring a different girl a flower
every time i cook a different girl good food
every time i do something for someone
not even half worth it
theres this thing in me that will make me happy alone
but never find happiness in someone else
and thats sad
but in this all
you spend most of your time alone
someitmes with a passenger in the car i don't speak
not because i have nothing to say
but because i have nothing to say
to you
right now
none of this is based on hate
but all based on comfort
i feel good in here
and i don't need unoriginal macho energy
i don't need a fashion sense
i don't need to be something in the scene
because i am real here
honest and true
but none of you want that
you ask for it
but want blood!
you all want fucking blood!
i can give it to you
but who wants to live in misery their whole lives?
not me
maybe you?
and that's whats really sad
even beyond my wall