Warning

I am not a “pretty little thing”. My mind is dark and my voice cracks when I sing. I am not beautiful; I have wanted to kill more times than I have wanted to love. My heart works that way, doesn’t understand free will. I am not fixable, don’t even try. When I scream this at people, most of them cry. I am not a fantasy for you to try to play out. Scream, little boy, scream! No one can hear you shout. I am fire, I will consume you. Whether you want it or not, my passion will bloom. I am not so many wonderful things, but when I love, my love gives me wings. Because I am a “pretty little thing”. I like to dance and wear dresses in spring. And I am so beautiful because I try so hard to cause less pain and break less hearts. I am as fixed as I’m sure I’ll ever be; I hate fighting, hate hearing people scream. Maybe I am a fantasy, but I refuse to play a character that you will want now and throw away later. I am so many wonderful, joyful, smiling things. I can change in a second: WARNING WARNING