i stay cool
chill and still
holding back the heat
but the world is violent
with weapons and defenses
ready to warm me up
on a stove
i hold myself
controlling the uncontrollable
everyday is a battle
with my natural instincts
fighting me for freedom
i fear the inevitable
bubbling to the surface
harming others
i have seen
the heat
and it's violent actions
i have been a victim
to burns and scars
created to hurt me
so on a stove
i sit
holding myself in
but i still begin to boil
it builds under the lid
overwhelming pressure
then i explode
spill over the edges
hating this normal feeling
i'm reminded of the aggression
that once targeted me
as i repeat the same actions
unable to cook anything
as i cant reach a medium
that allows normal reactions
so i stay still
never letting me feel
waiting for the next explosion
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My Inner Thoughts
PoetryThis will consist of a list of poems that I will never stop adding to. Whenever I feel inspired I will add a new poem. Whether they're dark and scary or sweet and nice, they're going in here. Every poem in here is original. Please enjoy my imaginati...
