They say you should never let anger engulf you so purely that there would be nothing left but the memories of you spitting fire and crying sympathy.
You will venture inside the door of your mistakes, gnaw the trap they set exclusively just for you. The apparition terrifying your empty bones, Oh darling, was it scary to bleed and spit blood when all you wanted is to heal? How hard is recovery after the words you smacked down the table?
You are lacking out of table manners, they say.
But who are them to blame you if they chew your dignity like a piece of raw meat?
It was never your fault and you should not feel bad about expressing your anger through words and your mouth who felt every syllables and words you've been puking.
Don't feel bad about expressing it through your mouth if they swallowed it whole and fight back and play with it afterwards.
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I Wish I Was A Poem (prose&poems)
Poetry- Compilation of my own written poems that talks about love, heartbreak, rejection and feminity. I wish I was a poem 2019. Date Started: January 28. 2019. Ended: (never)
