Confined by frustration, clenched mind, my fists become wood and shatter as they hit the concrete wall. Boiling, my emotions going over. Anger, water becoming fire.
Shut up, Kol.
Shut up.
YOU ARE READING
Release
PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
