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A poem that describes the way Anger tears at you |
Dreadful thoughts keep my heart beating, Sometimes its hard just to keep my feet moving, All those times I thought I was living, my death comes as a suprise, why am I still breathing? You dream of all the things you wish you had, I have the things you want so bad, A monster inside you wish to tame, a darkness you hide, Do you like this game? Call me blind but I can read your mind, I know the secrets you wish I didn't find, Now I know every weakness and all your strengths, I know how to kill you, I'd go the lengths. If I knew it would end this terrible pain, I'd slice my wrists and wash them with rain. For in the rain you can find my life, a slideshow of problems mixed with strife. Since that day I grew up strong, I've always been told I was doing wrong, One mistake and they all hate you. One mishap and you dont know what to do. Confusion and pain,I've found the remedy, It's not in the rain, Its the reason I always worry. I thought at first the problem was me, But I've found just recently, That Im just reflecting on my exterior setting, My world is falling apart without caring. |