Lash out your anger
But to whom should receive?
Where to pass it to make you forget it?
Holding it back, little by little
Only made my hands start to tremble
Oh so slowly, the anticipation only grows
To how much I'll last before the volcano blows
Maybe it doesn't need to be a volcano
It could be words, a literature
To write or to say
Whichever should it be?
Hmm so sweet
The bitter aftertaste that can only be tasted by me
Is this the fruit that Satan made?
Now, I don't want to be apart of it
Snickering inside my head
And trying to control a smile
I'm anxious whether my smile would look wild
Hahahah so laughable isn't it?
That I tried to blame others when I should blame myself for it?
I cannot handle the blame
I cannot handle the hate
I just want to fault others for my own mistakes
Maybe I've been exposed too much
Maybe I depended on others too much
There should always be a price with whatever choice you make
So make that decision
And you will see
If you'll be better off than me
Just don't forget, that dear
You are only injuring yourself with your guilt
Be sure to take that chance
And not regret because of fear
YOU ARE READING
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General Fictionmake poems to manifest yourself and practice making lines again since this author lost their touch in rhyming. U can also continue or add stanzas to add and share your thoughts about the poem through commenting on a line or directly message me.
