Scary Me

 the fact that I wish I could
cut you into tiny pieces
and feed you to the fishes
scares me

that fact that I wish I could
stab you in the back
and leave you to bleed
to death scares me

the fact that I wish I could
run the car over you
and back up and do it again
that scares me plenty

the fact that I am smiling
while I wish all evils
to rain upon you
scares me...

because basically I am a nice person
and that scares me.


*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*