I Wish They Knew
By Emiko Kamashi
They speak of me
In hushed tones.
I see they're eyes,
Filled with pity...
They feel I am fit to be pitied--
I wish they knew.
The others look upon me
With disgust.
They spit at the sight of me--
I wish they knew.
Some of them whisper
About me secretly.
They say vicious things,
But they think I don't hear.
I wish they knew.
Ah, yes, I wish they knew
That if given half the chance
I'd stab a bloody knife through their fucking throats--
I am always hungry for their blood--
Starving for it--
