The rage that bubbles
Locked away; hidden
With each passing second it doubles
These feelings have been forbidden
You must pretend
As if they don't exist
Wanting it all to end
Craving bliss
Scared they might be
Of the fury you hold within
Why can't they see
Frightened you have been
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Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems some are very dark and include self harm some are just depressing some are a little lighter and some like most poetry, it's meaning changes with the reader. I hope you find what you are looking for with my poems.
