Stay away
I am nothing but trouble

Be afraid
It is justifiable

I will take and push
Till you’re through, through

Disturbingly dark
I will stain you

Flee fast from my quake
Steady ground is at stake

Nothing but trouble
I am your mistake

There is a girl with blue hair
A tiny, striking girl
With piercing eyes
They call her introvert
She sighs a warning once she speaks
She will reveal all
She quietly knows the meaning
Going on around her

Her contradiction is an art
Art is genius
She is an artist
Her tresses dipped in paint