I always hate that feeling inside of me.
My boiling anger.
Cause everyone keeps treating me like I'm somewhat of a coat hanger.
And the more I have to deal with it
the more it feels like I've reached my boiling point,
But nobody understands it cause we don't share the same viewpoint.
I get so mad that I start to scare myself
I stare in the mirror and I can't blame anybody else.
I can't forgive them or forgive myself
I'll never forget the day they put me up on a shelf
And that's just me, I never forget and yes I know I need to get help
I just sit back and think ahead of myself
Will I ever snap like they do in movies and pour my rage on them?
Or will I just end up only hurting myself?
Which of the two will put my anger to rest?
Is it Their end? Or maybe my own death?
YOU ARE READING
𝔓𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰.
Poetrythose are poems that i have written in class, in my room, in the car basically whenever my brain spaced out. Those poems all belong to me.
