When I was a kid
I had toxic anger in me
it used to make me yell
make my hands itch
and claw at my eyes
long enough
for it to turn into an endless stream of
tears
but all that for hunger
eat up
and I was back to being a kid
but now
I'm not a kid
I have a wrinkled soul
too worn out to be sane
food isn't convenient anymore
all that's left is that unresolved rage
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Behind These Eyes (Poetry)
PoetryI've heard them saying you can see it all in the eyes but there are some things that can't be seen in their shine these are the thoughts hiding behind these eyes.
