my anger
is an involuntary act
my muscles
my brain
all work together
never asking my permission first, of course
I can feel it seep itself into me
It crawls, slithers
into my pores and bloodstream
everyday I harbor the anger,
my body is a dock for it to
set anchor
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Humanity Soup
PoetryThese are poems that were rejected by my unimpressed creative writing teacher. The content of these poems are true. If there are any questions or remarks, please feel free to share them. Enjoy.
