Enemy

I like ruining everything It’s like all of it is my thing Giving you the harsh word I know my worth I could feel that I was powerful All of them think that I am awful Asking for my care? Nah, I pass It’s better to make a fuss Does it hurt you? I didn’t say it out of the blue A picture of me in a mirror was the only thing I had No one loves me because they think I’m bad I’m always mad at them I always hurt them Surrounded by dead trees While I can see my neighbors with a line of berries Writing my poetry To those who hate me Don’t you dare get on my nerve Bullying is the only thing I can serve When you hear the sound of a violin Hide because it’s me making a violent © Domar Esmabe