sometimes I wonder
in quiet moments between breaths
why
why do you never look at me
why do you remain aloof
why do you always dance the truth around
why
is it because you disdain me
view me as the gullible fool
not even worthy of your contempt
or are you using me
content to string me out
on some emotion-charged fence
until you have all you want from me
before you set the switch to 'fry'
or are you just afraid
can you truly sense
how dangerous I really am
yes
sure
I know you believe
you're dangerous too
running life's gauntlet
with your multitude of friends
with your
"I'm coming through
stuff you world"
attitude
middle finger madness
born of frustration
but my kind of dangerous
has leaked out from another reality
with its gritted teeth
slashing the jugular
rip your face off
interpretation of another mentality
is that why
you seem afraid?
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