I carry the anger of the times that I have been oppressed
By those of my family.
I wish I had the strength to loose my tongue
to give you a pice of my mind.
I carry so much hatred from those
that have belittle m in front of my face.
You made this monster.
Who can't even say how she feels.
The very monster that wants to lash
out to those
who have wronged her.
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Bittersweet
PoetryI have always been told I am bittersweet. Bitter to the touch but sweet to never be forgotten.
