Not everything about me is self-destructive
I can be nice
I can be polite
I can be kind
I can make people happy, I'm sure of it
But predominantly
I am made from fear and anger and numbness
Shadows
Shadows tinted red
And full of tears
Nothing but a crying red shadow
That is what I am
What kind of existence is that?
I am glad that it's my turn
To come out
To stretch
To take control
I can't be trusted
I could snap at any moment
But right now
The world
Is
Peaceful
