Inspired by the line ‘What if it becomes who you are?’

Inspired by Cassandra

What if it becomes who you are?

Ingest it and spit out venom

They said it was beyond teenage rebellion

A fury, ferocious

Even though some of my truths were compelling

I can’t be thankful for what wasn’t a blessing

Knew better, but I wrapped my words

up in swords

Then I stepped away, solitary

A dungeon of my own making

And when I thought about my funeral

march

You didn’t like my chords