Fake smiles,
Fake laughs,
Fake heart,
Fake personality,
Fake human,
Fake me,
So yeah, Fake is me.

Even the most beautiful flower
Needs to be daily showered with water
For it to grow lovelier
Or else it will wither.

Just like our dreams and aspirations,
We need daily inspirations
For us to keep going
Or else our hearts will stop hoping.

What am I, you ask?

Well, I'm the Chucky doll
that will haunt your nightmares,
hide in your closet,
wait for the cover of night
to slit your throat
and watch the blood gurgle,
slipping, sliding,
down your throat.

I'm the quicksand
that you will unexpectedly step in,
I will **** you in,
and you will flail,
but I'll just hold you tighter,
closer.

I'm your period
the one that comes every month
to disturb you
give you mood swings,
hurt you.

I'm the terrorist
everyone fears,
shooting the innocent down,
spreading terror like a pandemic illness,
being wanted.

But with all these things,
there are always people who love me.
Some people are
morbidly obsessed with Chucky,
looking for quicksand adventures,
waiting for their period to help them verify they aren't pregnant,
and others just support terrorists.
They bring people together.

So even if I slay you in the night,
someone will still love me...
right?