Anger
The Anger inside burns like a fire.
The Outside is like a protective shell.
You are the definition of my every desire,
And you are my own personal hell.
I wish you would stop trying to hurt me.
I wish you would stop talking about her.
But I guess you like laying my pain out for everyone to see.
One day I'll get you back and another story will stir.
The fire is slowly eating me away,
But restfully I lay,
Lay by the riverside,
Waiting for my fate to slowly move to the side.
YOU ARE READING
For The Rainy Days
PuisiThis is a collection of poems that I have made through the past few years. Most of them are sad, and are personal. I would love any feedback you'd like to give. I'm trying to stick to writing, but I might not always update. I hope you enjoy my poems!
