She writes in her hateful notebook.
How many ways can you tell the world to fuck off?
If the world didn’t give a fuck about her why should she push herself to care about the world?
An act of kindness is lost as the world expects a thumbs up for every good deed that is done.
Her spirit is bursting with rebellion as she paints the walls black.
The flames lick the tips of her fingers as she sets the world on fire.
Everyone around her is toxic.
A poison that needs an anecdote that only she carries.
Her hateful thoughts pour into each line of once blank notebook paper.
Cursing the world for this feeling.
Her heart pours empathy but her mind is caged.
It didn’t matter anyway she wasn’t gonna change.
Was never told she hung the moon.
Never believed there was a rainbow inside.
She’s gonna set her soul on fire.
She will climb the mountain bare handed and as she reaches the top…
She sets the world on fire with a scream of triumph.
No one ever believed she could…
But she did it anyway.
