Anger is all I see
Anger,
Red is all I see.
Consumed by rage and jealousy,
I manipulate my mind,
To believe the worst.
It bubbles and burns,
Like I'm about to burst.
It will all end in tears,
It's like a disease.
But my cure.....
To let it all go.
And write.
YOU ARE READING
I write my heart on paper (Volume One)
PoetryAll my poems together. The poems are my thoughts, feelings and my heart on the page.