Me
I am a fire burning everything near
Everything I see, and everything I hear.
I swallow every fallen tear,
And when I come near
You are engulfed in fear.
Now I am a dangerous weapon
Destroying everything that crosses my path.
In your hands, I am held
Otherwise I am strapped to your armor.
Now I am a teenage girl
So scared and frail.
I wear my hair in a ponytail
I seem insane, as I rock your world.
I am lost and confused
With a bad past
I have yet another choice
To cross my path
Now I have told you what I am.
So, you should tell me what you are.
You can be anything you want
And escape to your own world.
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