\Rage. Fire-burning in my stomach. Flames dancing in my eyes. Clenched fists. Seething smile.
/The unspoken or undertoned, words of "It's not very appropriate" to mean "I don't believe you can do it". The compliment overlaying the insult to try and hide it.
\The smiles as you understand perfectly what they mean, and as they smile condensingly back, not noticing your fingers twitch and the urge to hold back a roar.
/The smile placed upon your lips to hide a bitter scowl. The thoughts of "HOW DARE SHE SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO ME!" Fills up and clouds your sense of judgement.
\How they continue on with talking, a pleased smile placed on their face, as though they can't see how you have burned them into ashes over and over again in your mind.
/We stand finished with the 'chat'. My hands clenched tight into fists. A seething smile on my lips. My eyes ablaze with fire. Rage filling my stomach. I'M ANGRY!
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Deep Inside a demon hides who carved a smile on my face
PoetryPoetry from different times I wrote, different ages, some old, some recent. Emotions I've felt and ones others shared with me. I'm glad you came to see and read them.
