Anger invades my mind
Hatred itches my skin
My bones feel heavy
Resentment courses through my veins like fire
As I sit here
In a foreign body
With a name that isn't mine
And I wonder
Why was I made this way?
YOU ARE READING
A collection of poems
PoëzieIdeas spark in my head like vines and I have no control over them as they climb the infrastructure of my consciousness. A collection of poems I write in the middle of the night, or wake up out of a dead sleep to jot down
