This is about how sometimes I get hostile and just life and its wrong doing. Truthfully, I don't know why I wrote it. It was just one of those days. Its the other side of the moon I guess you can say.
(please respond to my poem. Note this is my first poem on here, Thanks)

Hostile

Almost everyday,
I see the same face
on broken picture tube
it fits the attitude
If you could see yourself,
you put you on a shelf,
your verbal masterbate, promise to nausiate
today i'll play the part of a non-parent,
not make a hundred rules
for you to know about yourself


Not lie and make you believe what's evil,
is making friends, and meeting God your own way,
the right way
In turn your making me hostile

the truth in right and wrong,
the boundaries of the law,
you seem to miss the point, arresting for a joint?!
you seem to wonder why
hundreds of people die,
you're writing tickets man,
I got mad, they ran!

Now i'll play a public servant,
to serve and protect by the law and the state
I'd bust the punks that rape, steal, and murder,
and leave you be, if you crossed me,
i'd shake your hand right away
like a man, not a god

They put it in your head,
then put you in your bed,
he's watching, say your prayers,
cause'God is everywhere

Now i'll play a man learning priesthood,
who's about to take the ultimate test in life,
I'd question things because I am human,
and call no one my father who's no closer than
a stranger
I won't listen
I'm hostile!