Wicked Poem by Cheryl Tutaan

I was just a little girl,
Who only loves to sing and dance;
Cuddling my favorite pillow,
With a sudden snap, little miss has gone.

I'm only good at being bad,
Loves to get in touch with my dark side;
Who knows, who really cares?
Doesn't understand the meaning of true LOVE.

Sultry look on a selfie,
Holding a knife in front of a mirror;
Slicking glass, tossing a carafe of wine,
Who wanna join me?
Fully soaked on a bloody fete.

Yes, you...The devil inside you,
Who swallowed your spirit by your conscience;
Hatred, jealousy and revenge were best friends!

Oh sweet, but psycho,
Loving it blends with my ego;
For all the girls who feels misunderstood,
Don't worry, I understand you.

But deep inside,
My heart is bleeding, my bodies aching;
Cry the loudest mourn, Scream the silent ring,
Don't ever judge me, you don't even know me.

You're just like me,
Both are crazy dumpling;
Now come to think,
It feels like I want to breathe the fresh air;
The freshest of air twisted around your neck.

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