Sitting in the middle of a crowded room,
everyone stares...whispers,
I don't care...
They run when I'm around...
watch their backs when I'm near.
They all want to know my weakness...
Haha, so do I....
But I don't...
I just know that their fear strenghtens me..
And with it I will utilize myself all over...
Taking in their tremors...
I smile at them, one by one...
marking them in my mind...
that's right,
you'll die :)
Don't know exactly how I got this way,
frankly I don't want to know...
but I love it...
Now,
my partisans,
bow to me and accept your command
you would make a great(powerful) person some day. take that drive and put it to good use! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haha I liked it! I like your biography ditty too........ Ruthy; -))))