My new weapon of choice
I have it because I don't have a voice
It is narrow
And swift like a sparrow
It seems harmless
But is full of darkness
It can damage souls
And fit into keyholes
With it I will draw patterns in to my skin
As a wear a foolish grin
I hide them well so none will see
The art exhibit
It's a sneak peak into my spirt
It's not on display
So go the **** away
My new weapon I say again
Is a red pen