Who am I?
Well, dear stranger,
if it isn't obvious now
then you're blind, I'm afraid.
All you need to know
is that I'm dangerous.
I'm destructive
and I have a short temper
and I just want to explode
and, more often than not,
I do.
I don't particularly care
who I hurt
or who I trample
to get what I want.
It's nothing personal, I swear.
I'm not the type to feel too guilty
about the things I do
because it's a waste of my time.
I'm nothing
but a harsh truth,
because no matter what
I'm always honest,
though I have my fair share of secrets.
I'll hurt you
with my words
and with sticks and stones
and you'll never see it coming
and you'll never have it in you to fight back.
In short,
I'm the girl
that your parents warned you about.
And though I'll feel no remorse,
it's easier for everyone involved
if you just stay away.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts and Things
PoetryA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...
