once i saw this kid at school,
whom i did not know,
they were standing,
at the edge of the top stair
talking to somebody they knew
that is when a voice in my head told me, 'push them'
i got scared because it wasn't mine
'push them, it'll be fun' it said
but i knew it wouldn't be,
because how can it be fun hurting someone for no reason?
but in that moment, i really wanted to hurt them,
wanted to relish in their anguish that i would be the cause of
but that's sadist and so not me
but i don't know what i might have done,
had i not run away
because as bad as i am right now,
i'm holding myself back from becoming much worse
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secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
