I am scum,
I am a "friend gone foe,"
a thorn in the side of the innocent rose
born white but has bled enough
to where her fragile petals
blush red.

I ain't never meant to hurt nobody,
but the disease don't discriminate
when the germ travels from mouth to
heart, an ugly virus in need of beauty
only found in the foulness of your tongue
and the pureness of mine.

How hard it must be,
to see people so wrongly pronouncing me 'sweet',
when I am so obviously a reckless hurricane,
tossing hearts aside and leaving only the wreckage,
when I am a disease that eats you from the inside out,
and creates chaos in the soul--
Or maybe, I just don't like you.