Bad

For someone who’s fifteen,

I’ve seen a lot of melodrama.

People die around me. I have

self-harmed, flirted with starvation.

I’ve messed up the privileged calm

of my caregivers. I am bad.

Some people are just born to wreak

havoc. I’m one of that number.

I feel glee when all faces are turned

towards me. My social worker

says I blur the boundaries. I shall

mess with her too.

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