We Can Pretend To Dance, But We're Really Shaking For Freedom

This is me, the only female. My face makes me look as though I'm uncomfortable; I slightly am. Did not want.

Poison.

Poison, this is what I am. This is what I am.

I shall forever (forever being until my corpse no longer exists) be poison.

As the scars abroad my chest read, as my mind thinks.

I am, I will be, I am poison.

Side note: it's 6:22 in the morning. I couldn't sleep...