I'm the teenage girl,
Restless, with an attitude,
Living just to die.

am a nymphomaniac.
I'm not really but it got your attention.
I bet I nearly gave all reading a cardiac.
I have to make bold statements now, as I have a condition called,
"Black Glasses" and no one makes passes at ladies in glasses.

I've let myself uncover from the bitter truth and false promises.
I've let sarcasm drip.
Like a river full of diamonds,
Shiny,cut and pointed.
I've liberated from your nasty attitude.
Cigarette butts scattered everywhere.
I've rise like a phoenix,
Like a tall skyscraper.
As a tear tricks down my barren face,
My fingers struggle to coordinate.
Maybe because this heart has bore too much.
Too much of pointless high emotions,
Of love,life and jealousy.
I was a simpleton indeed.
And you were the destructor
But no toxic people,
There ain't any room for you this time.
Coz am rising now.
Rising-above all your shitty crap.
I'm your worst dream this time.

I'm your NIGHTMARE .

The sarcastic smile
The sarcastic laugh
The sarcastic word
They are the scariest things that ever happened
They can almost say anything
Yet they can't say everything