I Am Poem by Rachel Brewer

You crept into my room last weak,
And with me you tried to speak.
I wanted you to go away,
You said no, you wanted to play.
I shouted and shouted for you to go,
And all you kept saying was no.
I knew I had to end you for my own sake,
You though it would be fun I’d make.
I told you I would prove you wrong,
I would prove to you that I could be strong.
You didn’t listen and you paid the price,
Your bones and limbs I would slice.
You fell to the floor unaware of my knife,
Which now has taken your wretched life.
I fell to the floor onto my knees,
I wasn’t expecting this feeling to please.
I had killed you in cold blood,
Pouring from you like a strong flowing flood.
I didn’t have regrets or feel bad at all,
I knew now the police I should call.
But I liked this feeling so much it’s true,
Maybe I should just bury you?
Then I could do it again and again,
Thinking of all who would be slain.
You really shouldn’t have messed with me that night,
Now many others will experience the same fright.
I am a killer, because of what you did,
I am a murderer, and I’m only a kid.