Anger is a word that built up in ourselves,
causing so much scenes,
I have seen it before,
I am seeing it again now.
How I wish to run from this prison,
run so that I won't hear your scream,
I hate it.
You. Should stay silence,
Not a word shall be said,
So you don't get hurt,
You. Should have remained silence,
But loud voice you raises,
Echoing in this house.
what have you done?
what actually are you thinking?
You don't know him,
you simply just know him,
yet, you have angered him, now.
What will you do now?
you have to endure it.
that's all i can say.
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anything & everything
Poetrysomething were meant to be hidden yet it's strangling. perhaps all those feeling if written down, will go? Picture - Pinterest I do not own the picture.
