The Assassin

 “Live life,” she says, though I’m uncommitted

Expressing myself, but much is omitted

I don’t care to try, as I’ve admitted,

“Nothing is true, everything is permitted”

Stoner Girl

Beanie on my head,

Headphones everpresent

Punk and metal in my ears,

I’m never quiet:

You might think I’m a stoner.

A smile never leaves my face

I’m a teenager, almost 17

I love to have fun,

And don’t take things seriously:

Doesn’t mean I do drugs.

I love to eat my weight in junk

I’m rebellious, and talk out of turn

Skinny jeans and stud belts,

I’m invincible, untouchable:

You might call me a bad kid.

They say I’m a bad influence,

Bossy and loud, witty and stubborn

They don’t see my intelligence,

Just because you see me:

Doesn’t mean you know me.