Poetry

                     Poetry
What i am is what i am.
This is what makes me.
Who i want to be is who I want to be.
There is no changing.
It is what it is.
What you see is what you get.
So how much do you want to bet that the people I've met are all thinking of there little death threats.
Am i mean for reacting?
Or are they mean for giving me a reason to?
Poetry is what keeps my enemies still living.
There cups still filling.
That doesn't mean my evil thoughts arint filled by this evil feeling.
Death has no limitations.
Neither does cremations.