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.