Pyromaniac Poem by Miss Grace

I stand by
watching my
world burn
see my loved ones
wither and die
but l stand
quiet...
for l was the
one who
lit it up,
a pyromaniac
at its finest.
for i burnt
them all to
end up burning
in hell
cause hell fire
would be comforting
than the fire lit
in my soul
by my loved ones.
The child of
a pyromaniac,
l can right fully
call myself
for all the
expectations
that i broke of theirs,
and lit it all for
it to end
in ashes...