I don't like being around when people are mad. Even if they're not mad at me, I still don't like it.
It makes me feel bad.
It upsets me that their upset and there is nothing I can do to help.
And I start thinking of ways I could've been useful, to prevent their anger.
And I end up blaming myself for something that wasn't my fault.
And I makes me feel ashamed.
So I duck my head
And mumble an apology
And leave.
Either that, or it's scary.
Some people get scary when they're mad.
That's worse.
And I want to get away as soon as possible
Because I'm scared.
I don't like being around when people are mad.
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Waving Through A Window
Poesia**While these poems reference suicide and self harm, they are in no way meant to promote it!! Read at your risk** When I look outside my window I don't get no peace of mind... Sequel: "Fading From Your Mind"
