Mistake Poem by M. Jennifer Axder
Mistake
Madness they call me when i'm nice.
afraid of my of my stare they run at sight
unwilling to be the ones paying the price
i'm born ferocious and i am self made.
crossing me will be your very first mistake
i take no pleasure in giving you pain
but you messed with the wrong woman
So now you play the game
Fate is cruel mistress or so they say
but remember boy you made your bed
so.now. you. must. lay.
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