I don't like my dogs
For all these personal reasons,
But the most famous one
Being that I lived without them.
No one says this to me
But I feel them judge,
Exiling me,
And deeming me "wicked".
I don't entirely hate them.
Some are actually cute
But I've lived so long without them
That having them is a burden,
But strangers judge me for that
So much that it's invaded my mind.
No one calls me horrible things
But my mind does.
I feel guilty for this
But I can't bring myself
To love something artificially,
So instead I did something worse.
I took the label they gave me.
I looked at what they wanted.
And if I'm to be deemed a villain
Then so be it.
After donning the mask
I now fulfil my role.
If they want a villain,
I'll give them a villain.
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Micky's Poems
PuisiA collection of my poems that I post on Tumblr. Warnings will be included before certain poems.
