You Needed
You needed stupid.
Stupid enough to believe your throne of lies.
To worship your sins and glorify your violence.
you needed meek and timid
but fiery and hot
a mouse in garish red.
You needed a painting to show off
but to shove in a closet when you grew bored of looking at it
knowing that it would always stay there
No. No longer will I be that painting.
I am a lion and a mouse,
working in tandem
I am beautiful and frightening
I am a force.
I will dress in red, but for myself.
I will be an animated, 3 dimensional person,
lashing out and I will not apologize.
I will not stay silent and sit but
stand and roar
and you will know me.
I will know me.
I will see that this is what I needed.
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