You say you want to know me,
so take me apart piece by piece.
You say you need to know me.
It's as simple as a recipe:
Take a cup of vinegar, and mix with a tablespoon of spice.
Now add a teaspoon of sugar,
and a half cup of nice.
Mix in a couple cups of hatred,
and a couple drops of blood.
Maybe a few tears
and maybe add a pinch of crud.
(for those moments where everything seems to have come to an end)
Next use a half cup of laughter,
Four cups of dreams,
Four 1/2 cups of friendship,
and two of hidden feelings.
Add a pinch of smiles and a pinch of fear,
Two cups of anger and one of stupid should finish up a recipe
for someone as weird as me.
**The term "crud" in this poem was not meant to be used as slang.
Crud: "Something loathsome, despicable, or worthless."**
