Keep far from me,
stay out of my grasp.
I'm nothing but bad news,
a race car ready to crash.
I'm a fiery mess,
about to explode.
I'm a super nova,
ready to implode.
I want nothing to do with you,
but I really do.
This is for your own sake,
I'm just a mistake.
So run,
flee,
from my reach.
Just go,
and don't cry,
or I might change my mind.
I don't want to hurt you,
I just want to save you the pain.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio