You can't have me
You can't own me
You can watch me burn in the smoke of cigarettes and ****
You can hear me screaming, defending my end
You can see me ruin things, all things at once
You can feel my energy rushing through my bones
It's trapped in a body with a lack of capability
I am a wildchild
I do what i want, when i want
You can't own me
You can't tell me what to do
I'm my own personal hell
I like the destruction in ways I can't describe
Watch me dance like a crazy person when I listen to music
Watch the rain fall on my tongue when i step outside
Watch me chew my cheeks when i think
You will never know what i am thinking about
Maybe that's what interests you in me
You like the way i am uncontrollable
You like the way i refuse to live by standards

I feel like two people in one,
Either complete control or none.
Passive agressive.
Wildchild, on top of the world,
Too numb to care or worry. But happy.
Unhappy?
Doing well, but
The restraint of patience burning at my insides.
Caring too much or too little?
Thinking too much.
I never know.
Right feels wrong,
But wrong feels wrong too.
Young but too old,
Still too old to feel so young.
A ticking bomb.