Mindgame Confessions

I play mental mind games with people. Never for bad. Always for good. Sometimes I do it to be funny. Mess with people. Good natured.
Other times I do it to try to help people or advance society. Social justice if you will.
I do it on so many levels.
I feel bad about it sometimes. You have to play the role of a villain at times to point out to others it’s wrong.
For example. No one can beat me in a fight. Oh I’m sure a few could fight me to a standstill. I popped out made for fighting.
I saw some guys hurting a disabled kid. I fought them over & over. Got paddled. No one in the school cared. Including the principal. It got to be entertainment.
Boys hitting and hurting the kid in different classes. Other boys cheering and throwing a punch for fun. The poor little guy shrieking in terror and pain. Some of the girls cheering. A few hitting him. You know. Nasty girls.
Boys afraid not to cheer. Humans aren’t that different from animals sadly.
But I’ve always felt called to Stand for those who can’t. I have fought so many battles. At times I was the one swept into s flood of attackers.
But when the fight is broken up. I’m always still standing. You gotta kill me. For I fight for God. I fight to save his babies. I’m prepared to die for them. I won’t kill for them. But I’ll die for them. Your gonna have to be a special something to kill me. People have tried. Even getting stabbed in the back didn’t stop me. So you better be committed to it.
But dying to try to save someone isn’t the best option. You die. Then the bad people kill them too. So I play mind games. If that doesn’t work, I just kick your ass.
So I picked out the nice kids when the bullies weren’t around. I shamed them.
I warned the kids who aren’t tough. Even hurt a few. Stay out of it. This is tough guy shit. The principal and teachers won’t do their ducking job. So I’m fixing to open up a can of whop ass. Anyone standing when I do goes down hard.
Now it was just me and a few football players. Everyone else afraid to tattle on me. I smiled. As I said. I was made for this.
After I beat the dog mess out of various football players for several weeks they expelled me. The teams thugs wouldn’t stop. I kept winning. So the football coach had me expelled. After I was gone they beat that kid up until his parents pulled him from school and moved. I was put into a dangerous inner city school with new foster parents. That’s where I got stabbed when a gang attacked me. No one to even take me to a hospital.
Well duck it. No one loved me anyways. Might as well die trying to save other people nobody loved. Maybe God will hug me when I die.
The way I’m going. That might not be far away.
I’ve made choices that will probably kill me. My bodies been close to death for a while now. Can’t beat this disease for ever. But at least when I lived I served God by fighting to save his babies that can’t save themselves.

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