All of this anger within me
It boils, bubbles, spits hot venom
It claws at my throat like a million daggers
And it clouds my mind with a dark hue
A face that feels like glowing lava
I'm trying so hard to be myself
To be the boy who opens the door for you
The one who smiles and supports everyone
A boy willing to put others first
But how can I even begin to do that
When I seem to be engulfed
In these feelings set on fire?
And the moment I show
Even a drop of scolding lava
That escapes the void that is my mind
I have suddenly claimed a new seat
I'm suddenly the bad guy.
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phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
