The anger leaves, it slips through the wound as pain.
The pain mixes with the tears and anger, all together creating the perfect solution to any problem.
Without that hate to inflict pain, the anger never leaves.
No amount of social contact could let them know, they're all oblivious.
She lives a life of anger, pain and hate.
She's all alone and her only solution is the mixture of feelings she holds.
© 2004 "Perfect Solution" Heidi McNab-Butler
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PoezjaA collection of poetry I wrote that I wanted to share, Some previously published, some not. Dates ranging from my first to most recent. Hope you enjoy!
