You run in fear when you see me,
And small animals scatter out of their herds when I intrude,
It's not because of my face they flee,
It's what I've done that causes them to run.
This is why I'm scary...
I killed my sister because I was bored,
I pushed my friend off a cliff because he lied to me,
And I pushed an old lady in front of a moving truck.
I threw bricks at passing bikers,
And I kicked a garbage down stairs,
Which had a stray cat in it,
Which hit random bystanders.
This is why I'm scary,
And while all life flees me,
So are you one of the smart ones?
Or are you going to be another victim?