I wasn't who I thought

Realizing I wasn't who I thought I was trying to be, acting like a Bad boy just isn't me.
Trying to get away from being so known, I end up fighting, now you wonder why, Why I stay at home, Why I don't answer your call,
Because my life feels like its bouncing off a wall, I lost myself in this pathetic excuse of life,
I just wanna talk to the girl,
Who I hope to be my future wife.
All you boys with a knife,
Think of the life your taking first,
You'll always be curst with this bad feeling of guilt,
You and I was not built, built for fighting built for death, death by another, don't loose that breath, that breath of hope you'll always keep,
Please don't make the victims parents, weep.

I get things shouted, such as Fruitcake, what does that mean? It doesn't matter really.
It still makes my heart ache,
To be sworn at and made out like your scum, What did I do? What have I done. I'm glad I have someone to help me through,
Remember those people who,
Wear there hoods up, shouting at you 'Oi rudeboi whats up' You hesitate to reply and just ignore,
Next thing you know your laying on the floor, bleeding from your nose, I just wish,
Those days would end,
I Hope this poem, was a hand to lend.