"was your day good?"
yes, mama. i washed my soul out with soap, blew bubbles and watched them float away. yes, mama. i broke someone's wings, crushed their dreams beneath my fingertips. "yes, mama."
"why is that?"
because, mama. i found myself. i found that i am a bully, a ruiner, a downright bad person. "because i was bad, mama."
"why were you bad, darling?"
mama, i'm a monster. i'm good for nothing, i love no one. mama, i'm a liar, a cheater, nobody wants me. mama, i'm the junkyard dog, the alleycat, the scapegoat, the boat that sinks every time someone sets foot in me. "i don't know, mama."
"i love you, you know that, right, darling?"
no, mama, you can't love someone like me. you can't. "yes, mama, i know."
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Hi and happy review day! I loved this poem! It's a completely different perspective, the one of the (as far as we know) villain. I love how you captured the words unsaid in contrast to the ones that were. I particularly like the second paragraph.
I saw in a previous review the reason you didn't use any capital letters, and I like this. It does make the narrator feel small and child-like. The use of "mamma" helps with this as this word makes me think of a small child.
I really enjoyed this work and couldn't find any obvious changes that need to be made.
Nice work!
-Ruby-
This was downright disturbing but it was very good as well. I think my favorite line though was, "I broke someone's wings, crushed their dreams beneath my fingertips." I don't know why i like this line so much, it must have been the image i got from it, and just so many different meanings behind it yet, only one is specified. This was a really good piece and i enjoyed reading it even though it definitely made me think things over, i think that's another reason i really liked this one so much. I love the way you capture what the child is actually think as opposed to what the child really says out loud. I think this poem went really deep as the child described what they really were on the inside and then said something different and i find that interesting, the child's thoughts compared to what the child really says do crash together and they contradict each other which is also interesting and i love how you captured this, you made it look easy. great job.
Haha, thanks a lot!! I'm glad you liked it
This is profound! It's that conversation they want to have on the inside, but can't. It's this sort of reflective piece that gives a villainous character another side, one they don't show much, but it's one that actually has a guilty conscience.
The only thing I'd change in this piece is the lack of capitalization. Alternatively, though, the small, lowercase-only lettering does give a sort of "I, the narrator, feel very small and unworthy of any uppercase letters because I'm bad" feel. If you intended that, it's cool.
Keep on writing!
Yes, I did intend that. And thank you so much for your input
It means a lot 
So true, i know what it's like to say these things on the inside. This is true and very beautiful.
Thank you:)
The Shauzer here reviewin,
Hi ravyness, that was... poweful? Only way I can describe it, for something just stuck together, it really has an impact. I'm not sure if I should feel sorry for the child or to dislike it. Is it a bully? Or is it merely a victim of its own over-sensitivity?
For something so simple, it makes you think, and it's one of those things that you'll still be thinking about later on. I liked the way you showed what he was thinking and what he said... Like he feels so deeply about it he can't even confide in his mother. This was an interesting piece to read, and I did enjoy it. Good imagery also, nice phrase there in the third last paragraph, 'the boat that sinks every time someone sets foot in me'.
Keep Writing,
TS
Thank you so much:) You don't know how much that means. And I think it's more of self-hatred. Like knowing he's horrible but there's nothing he can do about it but he's trying to be the person his mother wants him to be...
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it's a lovely piece