She has the devil inside of her,
her anger would be
a taunting red fire
leaving no room for any other emotions
to extinguish the flames,
leaving the anger to consume her internally.
She holds herself like a queen,
a forgotten queen,
but she wears no crown,
the respect she craves
with no real reason why she needs it
if she feels better off alone,
looking at the world
from the bottom of a spyglass,
all held in the palms of her hand.
The she, we see
gets us running for the hills,
the fright of the type of fear
she bestows upon you almost
like a random gift she won’t later
try to steal back.
Pleasant from a distance,
do not mess with her in her natural habitat
in the back of the classroom,
far in the right corner
with her face deep
in what’s not a notebook, but
a cell phone suffering a notification drought.
She’s a predator,
who wishes to be apart
of a pack.
The forgotten queen, but wears no crown
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