I Know What I AmA Poem by CrimsonHintsThis is a poem I wrote for my OC. (my art used for picture) NOt to be taken too seriously and definitley not about me.
Generally, I'm a horrible person,
With a heart as cold as ice. And if you asked me to off a man, Well, I wouldn't think twice. I laugh when people bleed, And chuckle when they cry. I get off on moans of pain, And I'm joyful when they die. How many mothers can say, They tried to kill their own son? Instead of facing feelings inside, I take my heart and run. And during all of this time, I'm very self-aware, Of every single emotion, And exactly why it's there. But it's hard to be a fountain, When you're trying to be a wall. It's hard to be so little, When you're trying to be so tall. I don't believe in happy endings. All of it's jibber-jabber talk. I don't believe in real smiles. All teeth point and they mock. I'm an exhibit to the regular, Something insane and strange. A disease that can't be cured; An attitude that can't be changed. So why should I pretend to be, A woman I am not? The girl so spoken of; A creature so highly sought. She doesn't exist in me. She died when I was born. All that's left in this book, Are the pages that are torn. So take the evil or leave it. We all know I'm not pure white, But I can be a little good, If you hold the angle just right . © 2016 CrimsonHintsReviews
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