worst
A push on my head,
a shove in my skull.
disgust flaring green,
I am the worst.
My actions, my words.
They hurt and they scold,
they burn even me,
I am the worst.
Kind and gentle, kind and gentle.
Is what I aim for.
Too bad kind and gentle,
do not fit in my world.
I do things and regret,
I push when pulling back,
It is because I aim for fierce,
but a gentle soul I keep,
a horrid soul I test,
a pitiful girl,
mean and haughty,
I am the worst.
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