I’m so angry at people getting angry.
Seeing small bottles
holding high pressure tempers,
shattering violently into pieces
Bodies evidently teeming
with raw emotion.
Left unprocessed through the wires of the mind.
Those drawn to the senseless act
of being the creator of chaos,
Caught up,
in the oh-so-satisfying shoot down of words.
Sucking the power directly into their chests
Strutting away
with the benefits
of making a scene.
And don't forget the disrespect.
The egotistical souls of complainers.
Keeping close.
to the ethics of victimhood.
Lashing out at anyone
that doesn't accept their way.
Unaware
that people also possess lives
and issues to handle of their own.
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Perspective: a poetry collection
Poetrythis collection focuses more solely on exploring the perspectives and possibilities inside every human, and muses over emotions and situations people may face. perspective to me, is also a key part of life as everything can be changed if you simply...
