I am not bad,
Nor am I good.
There is something in between,
Imagine if you would.
If I could let it all out,
Bring it to life,
You would see the tragedy,
The discerning plight.
I am not mean,
Nor am I kind.
My aggression comes out,
In these poems of mine.
If ever you see me at my worse,
The wicked among the light,
I will take on every one of you,
Only I victorious in the fight.
I am not evil,
Nor am I sweet.
When my anger builds up,
You will be begging forgiveness at my feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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