A/N: Ah hah! Two new poems in one day! Don't I just feel prolific... that's my favourite word of the moment. Prolific. T'is pretty. This is one of my older poems (which I suppose defies the purpose of calling it a 'new' poem) As I said in the A/N for Tell Me I'm Pretty, I could rewrite this and spend hours editing it, but I have fond memories of German lessons spent scribbling down verses in my planner, and I don't want to trample all over my younger self's pride and joy. (cuddles younger self.)

Younger Self: (shuffles away to write more scary poetry) GERROFF. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME!

Ahem...

Psycho

Don’t tell yourself that I’m insane,

You shouldn’t think I’m mad.

It’s true I have a damaged brain,

But it’s really not that bad.

All right, maybe I’m a psycho,

Teenagers can be worse.

If I called myself an emo,

Then you’d shout and curse.

But still, I’m not a bad girl,

I never swear or smoke.

One murder shouldn’t make you hurl-

It shouldn’t make you choke.

I only stabbed him once though,

And it was Valentine’s Day.

His present to me lacked a pretty bow,

And for that he had to pay.

So please don’t be getting angry,

Please don’t take offence.

I’ll stab you before you stab me,

It’s only self-defence.

You see, I’m also quite neurotic,

The world is out to get me.

They think I’m too psychotic,

But it’s just the way I like to be.

-- Isilthrar