i am made of fire.
a hot rage that burns through my disguise.
a rage that could burn you alive if you get too close.
i am made of ice.
an icy anger that keeps me dead silent.
an anger that makes people do a double-take when they walk past me because of the glares that surface onto my face.
YOU ARE READING
a collection of poems.
Short Storythese poems are basically artsy words that describe how i feel. i'll let you decide if they're emo or not. *finger guns*
