Why I can never use steroids

Down inside, there's a fighter. There's a guy who wants to punch the throats of those who oppose him. There's a pair of fists that stay clenched. There's a jaw that's set and eyes that are ready to shift into tunnel vision. They are looking for a fight. They are looking for a target. They are looking for a weakness. There's a lip and a nose, an eyebrow that's ready to bleed. The adrenaline is always flowing and his muscles are always taut. There's a man inside me that wants to fight. He doesn't want to consider any options. He doesn't want to discuss his differences with his co-workers. He wants to break something. He wants to express his disagreement by throwing somebody through a wall. He wants to stand over the broken body of an adversary. He wants the pain in his knuckles and the blood in his mouth.

There's no place for that man in my life. There's no place for that man in this society. So, he stays down... but he's not gone.