“The Wrong”
Roaming and random are the thoughts,
Creating a plot, always on the move,
A belief that on top will always be right.
The evil of how to pay back,
When viewed wrong.
The curiosity leading to the questions,
Why? What for? How come? What now?
I will show them, the challenge taken on,
When told, “no” or “you cannot”,
A desire to win always within…
Mean and hurtful never meant to be
It is not within me,
Yet it happens when pushed, when in a corner
With no where to turn….
Random and roaming is,
The monster living in my head,
When wronged….
About the Creator
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