As I Become

I feel naughty, like a little girl
Violating a cookie jar

A kind of mischievous bad girl
I find humor in my sneaky ways
I trick you

Subconsciously I hurt
Emotions splurge
I mourn for you

If they only knew
My selfish ways
They wouldn’t be so intrigued

For I am nothing but an insecure, two timing young woman
Finding herself within others pain

poem by Ash Enslow
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