Personal Poetry.

Over dosing in rage

Like a fucking drug addict

If you’ve got a crime to charge

Then I’m your convict

 

You can try to imprison me

But no bars will hold this creature

Just try and fight me bitch

I’ll be your new flick-feature

 

I’ll be the girl you envy

I’ll be the slut you hate

But when it comes down to it

You’re just my bait

 

Just keep watching

I’ll give you my throne

For I’ve found something

To be enjoyed alone

 

Like a raven in red

I’ll be the angel in black

You’ll be at my mercy

With these wing on my back

 

Each muscle twice as strong

As two hundred men

Each of those men wants me

Like Barbie wants Ken

 

Putting the play toys aside

We are the grown up here

Time to set a bad example

For the upcoming year

 

Be the worst of the worst

And I’ll be your archangel

I’ll give you the means

All you need is the angle

 

Ready, set and go

Prepared for this me

It’s time to let loose;

Take this up a degree

 

Like a fucking psycho

I will touch the green sky

I’d swear I’m not crazy

But that would be a lie

 

And a liar I’m not

For in this world we appreciate

The ones that are crazy

And the one that we hate

 

The ones we can always

Find below our own self

For to be below them

Would be bad for your health

 

The ones that is me

The ones that are you

Last time I checked

And you’re overdue

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