That Thing Poem by Abby Bilan

Because I have the ability,
Raising the flag of impossibility:
That thing that is unknown,
Keeps the heart of my own.

I don't know what it makes me,
And it shakes my whole anatomy.
That thing frees my negativity,
Also fails my activity.

Lord, please give me comfort,
And give me my friend's support.
The last thing that I want to have,
Is his mercy, hope, and love.

Don't make me feel I'm bad,
Because though I'm that, I'm glad.
Being a bad girl is my happiness,
More than playing chess (means intelligence) .

It's me, demanding that thing,
Let's make sure that it's satisfying.
My only hope is to live life long,
‘Cause ever will, we'll be wrong.