raging storm
You have rage.
You have anger.
Towards one of your classes.
I see it in your eyes, as you get frustrated.
As you try to do a 5 question quiz.
When you throw your pencil or slam on arms on the armrest,
I'm not alarmed by it.
My father has done the same, and as for my mother,
She calms him down.
I just hope that,
As I sit next to you,
That I can calm you down.
That I can settle the raging storm inside of you.
But a part of me thinks that I'm no help at all.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoesíaYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
