Frustration piling up
Choking my tongue
My lungs
Til I can't get in a breath
I'm pacing around my bedroom
My classroom
Like a tiger in a cage
Pride is wounded
Can't keep my eyes closed
Taking out my suffering
On you
Cold eyes
Glass heart
You never seem
To let it hurt
Can't vent this fever,
It's rotting out my brain
Eyes clouding
Until this self-inflicted
Sightless fog
Is all I see
I feel myself grow twisted
With every word you disregard
My cruelty isn't me
I'm the hero of my own story
But you don't know that
You don't know the
Anguish
Restless rushing pain
The anxiety
Propriety
That makes my daily chains
YOU ARE READING
dogwood drought
Poetrycollection of my "poetry" might not be the most accurate description but I dont really know what else to call this mess. enjoy
