I'm tired of searching for things,
Can't things search for me?
I'm tired of running in train stations, searching for you,
Sometimes I think objects disappear only to anger me.
I'm tired of searching for my bag,For important papers,For myself.
I'm tired of running,
so if someone wants to find me, let them search for me instead.
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Taste Of Anger
PoetryI choose anger instead of sorrow I prefer madness over sadness I never want to be a victim. cover © : SIILDA
