A/N: since this is never updated, and I got an assignment to write poetry, here goes
TW: slight gore mention, identity confusion
I am awfully opinionated,
My ideals are rather oddly twisted.
There's few things that make me happy,
Even fewer things I enjoy.
But what do you know,
If you don't know exactly who you are.
I am just a kid,
A rather simple and small human.
Mouths start moving,
Veins start popping.
There's much I don't know,
But even more I'll never know.
I am more of an observer,
I watch how others act.
Maybe it will reflect on me,
Maybe it will not.
This is just how I am,
I am awfully opinionated.
