Wicked

I want to be Wicked,
I want to be cruel,

Can't see through darkened veil,
Anger blurs my sight,
Yet I get no comfort from you,
All I get is spite,
I swear you torture me just to prove yourself right,

I will never smile for you,
Frowns fit just fine,
I can't love you anymore,
I'm losing my mind,

No time to play good Samaritan,
I don't give a s**t,
You've broken what's good about me,
So I'll just break all the joy I have given you.

Reviews

[Ronni]

Excellent, love how the rhyming worked for this poem!