to my little monkeys,

the difference between us
is that i don’t deny
what i ruined.

i learned to spit the truth.

your silence,
your pretending,
is full of fear.

this is my journey
to become better,
to overcome the rotten,
to be the flower
i want to be.

you will never feed on me.

you are just flies,
deserving your place
in the dark.

unborn potential
is the only thing
i can see.

it’s unbelievable.

dolls believed me
when i said
that evil
is what i want to believe.