I am hardcore. I will windmill kick you in the face. Everybody back up, make a circle, let s destroy this place. The lights are low and I m about to go off. Here comes the break down, ka-ra-te chop! Raise up your arms, make an X if you re down. Me and my crew, we own this stinkin town. Watch out for my fist, your face it will kiss on purpose. I m tough and I m ticked.

I don t slow dance, I don t salsa dance, forget the tango. I don t slam dance you idiot, I dance hardcore. On the floor, I m the man you ve never seen before. When the drummer yells, go! it s my time to blow.

And in between songs. I yell at the band, cause I don t care what they have to say. I m not here to learn anything anyway. I m here to dance. In the zone, in a trance.

I don t smoke cigarettes, but if she s willing I ll drop my pants. Promiscuous I am, but I m vegan, I don t eat ham or any of that stuff cause it s bad for you, right? Save the animals, forget the sweatshop scandals!

I do not shop at hot topic. I am not Mall Core, I am hardcore. Madball, Hatebreed, Throwdown, Terror. I own all their records on colored vinyl, limited edition and hand numbered. But you won t see me asking for no autograph. I ain t lookin like no fool. I ain t no pop culture tool.

If they ain t screamin , I ain t listenin . If they ain t got a blast beat, I ain t tappin my feet. I eat emo pansies for breakfast, and give their little t-shirts to my little sister. So cry about it you messenger bag, purse carrying whatever.

I wear girl pants, but I m homophobic. Yet the way I m always huggin on my homeboys you sure wouldn t know it. I ve had my ears stretched an inch since back in 96. Somebody told me hardcore was a place to share what you believe, but I didn t like what dude said, so I flipped him off and told him to leave.

I m mad at society because my parents won t buy me a new computer, even though I asked politely. My playstation 2 is broken, but my Xbox works. When that breaks though, something will hit the fan and I ll express myself with rage and anger, just like a man. Cause that s how it s done, right? You get mad and start a fight, right? I think I may, I think I might, take my insecurities out on that punk in the pit tonight.

Cause really, I am just insecure. More than that, I m kinda scared and hurting inside. And I don t know how to deal with it. I don t know what being a man means. I thought acting tough was the way to go.

But now that I think about it I m emo.