you smile your fake smirk
giggling and pertending to be my friend
yet then you turn around and try
to control me
like i a baby

you let go of the leash
then put the choker on

talks with me that what me to rip out your vocal cords
you want me to be
a nice little girl
but i got a knife in my hands
with the aim in your chest
get ready
because i am not the only one doing it

my friends join me
they know i will turn out right
they believe in you
unlike you
i will be normal
if you can call this normal
i will not follow you
and it will be me in the end
if i last that long
but i will last longer than you

i dream of this knife
my friends with pitchforks
me with the first stroke
then all of them

i get the camera out
you told me to smile so many times before
now it is your turn
smile mommy
this one i am going to save