Twisted Poem by Chelsea Jean
Twisted
A twisted person
Is someone much like me
Someone who expects people
To leave her alone
Yet worship the ground she
Walks on
To have people shut-up
And allow me to fill in the
Silences
Someone who sets guide lines
And rules, yet breaks them on
Her own accord
Whether, in a good or bad
Mood, have people listen to
Me.
You may call it hyprocritical,
Weird, or mean.
I call it Twisted.
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