The truth is, I’m not a very likeable person. Even as a child, the adults around me didn’t particularly like me. I don’t think I was bad, I rarely misbehaved. If anything, I was overly shy, I was painfully awkward, I was overwhelmingly anxious. But even then, perhaps they could sense it, The heavy cloud that seems to hang around me. The day I was born, I spun the world into chaos. Born right there, in the emergency room, The doctors and nurses, they weren’t ready. Only my mother could sense my impatience, Even then, so small and tiny, Already incredibly stubborn and fiery. Blood on the walls, to really get my point across. My temper as hot as the day I was born. I was born into chaos, It’s where I thrive, Perhaps they can sense this when they come near me. What is it that surrounds that quiet, observant girl? It’s chaos, it’s darkness, it’s spirit, it’s fire. - Coraline Faye