You're the one with the attitude issue!

Don't talk to me

Don't look at me

Don't breathe next to me

Because only my opinion matters

And I only see from my perspective

Kindness withers at my footsteps

and envy parades in my covers

Every glance is met with a glare

...

glares

glare at my assets

and glare at my stance

I am queer 

I am scarred

and I am scultped

...

The time came when I eventually died

I say it was a peaceful death

yet it was a bloody massacre

a midnight mass

I rose up with my screws tightened

My mind was clear

I could see myself again

again as a kid without a care

I am not the one with the attitude

Then again...

Nothing is a lie should you believe it is true.