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...