I appear to have
                              a problem.
                              I'm being torn in two.
                              You see, I am always either 
                              very very good 
                              or very very bad.
                              There is no in between.
                              So I either want to rip you limb from limb
                              and serve your head on a silver platter to your own mother
                              or I want to bake cookies for you
                              and adopt stray kittens and puppies.
                              It's very strange
                              and even a bit annoying
                              because it's very hard to switch between the two.
                              In the same way, it seems that everyone else
                              either loves me
                              or can't stand me.
                              There is no in between.
                              I'm fine with that,
                              I think.
                              The problem comes in
                              when I want to be very very bad
                              around the people who love me,
                              and I want to be very very good
                              to the people who can't stand me.
                              Whoever decided to make me like this
                              must be some kind of sadistic bastard
                              and I hope he's getting a good laugh out of it.
                              I'd hate to have someone put forth so much effort 
                              and then have them gain nothing from it.
                              I might as well put on a show, I suppose.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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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...
 
                                               
                                                  