Queen of DeathA Poem by AnxietyHow kids can be so mean and how it can change you.I was 4 years old when I picked up a brick and hit a kid in the face with it I was protecting my self from a boy who was trying to kiss me from there on I was called the "Queen of death" I hated it cause it meant that I could kill someone Me a sweet girl at the time could kill someone with anything in her hands I was scared of not only my self but everyone around me I separated my self making sure I couldn't hurt anyone My family doesn't understand the power I have I can kill someone and not have any remorse for them So at the time 4 years old, I told my self that I would be quiet in school This changed my life forever and so I became the "Queen of Death"
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2 Reviews Added on June 26, 2020 Last Updated on June 26, 2020 AuthorAnxietyNew york, NYAboutI'm 17 years old and I love to write what's in my heart. I write about everything and anything I hope you enjoy my writing. I hope everything gets better more..Writing
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