Who I think I am Is a detestable Vindictive Obnoxious woman As cold as a white blizzard Raging on to the roughest mountains I think I am the murderess Sheathed in the dark forest Jolting the tides of its pond I think I am the uncaring father Sinning in secret alleys The most sadistic of killers Calloused as a fist Cut as sharp as a jewel
But Who I really am Is a confused Fragile Indecisive porcelain doll As breakable as a shattered wine glass On a wine-stained marble floor I am the delicate blossom Of a thorny bush I am like a pond Still but shaken Waiting to show the world around me That there are crystal shells under the murky water I am not an insatiable destructive brat But the scattered flowers of a glass vase That was shattered by the brat
I had to do this for my English class and decided to share, enjoy