if i don a mask / with a painted-on smile / will i be whom you require? / would the beast inside / be tamed / to your satisfaction / or if i allowed the monster that whispers / “i hate yous” / in my mind’s mirrors / to surface / would you be intrigued? / would my self-destruction be art enough / i could do a van gogh for you / cut off someone’s ear / or even mine
you can play friend to my / frankenstein / dr. vincent van frankenstein / since / you never see me / for whom i am / and i am no longer listening / to your / lies
The single best thing about my poetry is that i honestly don’t give a fuck if people like it.