I’ll be honest-
I tend to be creepy as fuck in my poems.
The majority, at least-
And I’m not insane.
No, really-
But that’s what they all say, isn’t it?
Still, I don’t think my shell of sanity has cracked entirely, yet-
But it certainly has its fault lines.
I tend to be creepy as fuck-
But I don’t mind it, so why should you?
I of all people should be the disturbed one-
But I am what I am, I suppose.
I may as well accept it and move on-
Besides, I’m drawn to creepy things.
And they say to become the kind of person you’d like to meet, right?
After all, at least I’m admitting it-
Though, it is rather obvious.
Many fine people are creepy as fuck-
And I’m happy to be part of the club.
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