Chance: Undeserved but Provided
How many fools who know my name
And what I do will dare
Walk with me and talk to me
As if, for me, they really care?
None, I used to think
Would be stupid enough to try
To put up with the fool who often
Turned his victim's blood to clothing dye.
And even when you approached me
I thought you friendship was a lie
A ploy to torture the psychopath
Who doesn't care when people die.
Surely, you weren't naïve enough
To think I deserved a second chance.
Baby boy, I've killed so many,
Even with death, I'd kissed and danced.
But you were, innocent little insect,
And even if you say you hate
Me, how many heroes would give a murderer
The chance to change for great?
And the hopeful way you talk about me—
It makes the boxes — and me — go insane
Because I believe, somehow I think,
I can make up for all the pain.
Copyright © Franchesca Mia Tortoza | Year Posted 2019
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