"A Pronoun" by Sold

ITC here and I claim this to be my turn again.

Sold. Sold is an individual. One of the fantastic ones. I haven't heard much from sold recently, though that's probably my fault as I've been remaining relatively detached from the main site lately, though not by design.

Before I get off track, let's get back to Sold. Sold was an active part of the site before I came along, which was, like, two Novembers ago. I think the first pieces of Sold's I read were in his Junkyard of Eden series, which is deeping intriguing and an entrancing, if somewhat disorienting, read. "A Pronoun" however was probably the first piece I ever read on the site that made me go "whoah", and it stayed with the for the rest of the day. It is concentrated anguish, held in only by loose will until it becomes too much and erupts into confused aggressiveness by the end, then dissipates into fragile helplessness. Basically.

It

It is hard to express my extreme disdain
I feel chagrined, I feel the pain
I can sense a note flowing through my body
Now I'll write about it and sound really emo
But I don't really care, 'cause I'm just really angry
I cannot express what you can understand
I'm a freak in a show and I'm taking no stand
I know what you know and they hold no quarter

And the notes don't flow
The notes don't flow through my veins like the blood I need to survive to think I would just sit here and cry after holding it in for such a long time
I need to kill the thing I love most
I need to purge the perversion
The words don't work

I need something to fix it

But I'm too needy and I'm going to go mad
I'm going to get angry, I refuse to be sad
So the rage fills my veins where the void still cries out
I'm screaming in anger because it looks bad to pout
My cause is to kill
Now I'm in a war
Like one of nikeshlong's pieces

But I'm not doing anything because I'm still sitting here and writing this story
Just for you to eat it
Because no one fully understands the magnitude of what I've sold and what's yet to come
Something died
I didn't know how to help it live
Maybe it's not dead
But it's very tired and it's the only chance
The only chance is tired

THE ONLY CHANCE IS TOO TIRED

GET OUT OF HERE OR I AM GOING TO STAB YOU WITH SOMETHING

I'LL KILL YOU I'LL HIT YOU WITH SOMETHING

I can't exhale!