I become bitter.
I become scared.
I become tired.
I become ill.
There is no way of knowing it.
It is unpredictable.
Mistakes become apologies.
Tears become screams.
I will snap and bite and hurt you
When I am losing this battle with fear.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
