I’m benevolent and malevolent like a sharp edge of a razor.
When understood, I’m safe, useful even.
When misunderstood, I’m a deadly weapon.
I’ll pick you out in your aisle, find you standing, staring blindly.
I’ll make you see me.
You’ll be underwhelmed until I let loose, begin to unravel these ribbons.
Make the finery dissapear and leave all that’s me before you.
I’m a mix of sugar and spice and
This is the twisted game not a soul with anything to gain.
I shake you.
You’re shocked.
Shocked.
You’re shaken as you realize I’m in your head.
You’re envisioning us in an unflattering light and I’m calling your name.
Does this mean anything?
So many days go by without ever taking the time to realize,
you never even knew.
I’m really the innocent one.
It’s you who wants this.
It’s you.
You and your wicked, wicked mind.
About the Poem
Everyone has a good and not so good side. We’re human. I wrote this poem to express that human nature is complex. We all want to be good and pure. I try my best but we are people and we will make mistakes. I feel that it’s important for people to know that. I know to most of you guys this probably sounds redundant. I mostly am at a good place in accepting my imperfections but I still have those days where the world seems to hate me. I know it’s in my head but it sometimes can be hard to separate reality from the fear. I don’t mean to make this about my anxiety but I know a lot of you can relate to the struggle with coping and doing what’s right rather than letting anxiety get the best of you and missing out or making a mistake. I hope whomever reads this poem finds some sort of comfort in knowing that they’re not alone in the struggle to conquer something as small as their thoughts. It’s a daily battle but we won’t give up guys. Thank you and love you guys ❤ ~Brittny




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