I am Dagger

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I am uncertain of whether or not this has been expressed in my poetry, but, as I recall; not of late: un unused deity.

My words are knives.

I am scared to tell you what it is I am thinking of.

"What are you thinking of?"

Who, me?

I am usually the one curious, not the other way around.

No one has ever cared what I think of, when they ask, I say nothing; when I tell them, they ignore me: I keep to myself.

But my words are sharp; and like knives, I can cause searing pain.

I am fearful of my power, which is why I turn to poetry in my darkest times.

I am here, so you can listen, so you can learn... this profile, the one with all of my works, these are little worlds in which I come to when I am heavy in thought.

Because... I am no one really, right?

Just a name, a face, a designated place in God's eyes.