Monsters

If everybody else is going, too,
Then I don't want to be there. Everyone
Hates me, and I hate them. This isn't fun,
Not really, even though I once passed through
A phase in which I said nice things to you.
I didn't mean them. If I had a gun
I'd use it, just to see the monsters run.
Yes, monsters, made of bits of silk and glue.

I'm not afraid to use the knife I've got:
A comfortable handle, long, sharp blade,
And shining rivets, almost ready-made
For my small hands. And this mood ring I bought
Tells me if I'm prepared to die or not.
The colour's orange, and I'm not afraid.