I Know What I Am


Authors
Sleepy-Thunder
Published
5 years, 7 months ago
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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