THIS IS NOT A DRAGON
I feel like a dragon. Breathing fire every time I open my mouth.
You can try and get inside my head but you will be lost within the corridors of all the places I have burnt down. It all looks the same now. Charred and ashy wallpaper. Doors are hanging on by one nail on the hinges.
I feel like a dragon. Angry and misunderstood. Even if I let you get close up, It’s useless. You will try to tame the wild fire spreading through my body. You will call me a monster when I try to calm down.
So I will let you marvel in spectacular. I will let you say all the nice words. And the ugly ones too.