You call me a bitch,
Say I’m hysterical,
Look like a witch,
Stomp like a child,
Screech, make no sense.
Look at that girl–pretty, mild–
I’m wrapped too tight, way too tense.
But I think it’s pretty ironic,
You’re flailing your arms,
Shrieking I’M histrionic.
I discovered this prompt on the blog The Count of North Clifton.
Original prompt found on Sammiscribbles.