Are you even aware of the souls you tossed?
The lives you ended,
The battles you lost?
Do you even realize how many people you bended
On your homicidal run,
Since you last saw the sun?

Or were you so absorbed in your own fear
That anyone who came near
Was a toxin in your atmosphere?
Don’t worry, you made that crystal clear.

Now everyone’s afraid of you,
Like nothing even mattered.
But it’s not like they ever knew
How their lives would be shattered.

You wanted submission?
Because there was none.
You should’ve questioned your ambition
when our hearts were beating as one.

Ilana Zoya Glisik, 8.a