Written on the outside
I know you’re holding it in
But I have question
Why bother?
I’m a person who expresses
And tells everything
I hate bottling it up
And that’s why I’m here
I’m wondering
For you
Why do you do the things you do
I can’t stand to hold it in
I have a bad mouth you see
I can’t stand it when they do these things to me
Which is why I face them and scream at thee
Why do they do this to me?
I wonder and I ask
I never get an answer
It’s always
“You don’t love me. That’s what it is.”
When that isn’t anything close to what I’ve said
I wonder about my ‘friends’
Who they are
Why
Why do I bother with these people?
I tell them my opinion
Some stay silent
Others yell back
But when I ‘bottle up’
I turn to this.
I write it out
Tell me
When you bottle up
Does it ever come back
And bottle you up?
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spiceypricey: I wrote this before I read your first 'poem' invisible. I'm about to read it. I saw your cover and read your summary and this came to mind. You don't have to answer it. I will tell you that you inspired me to write this though :D.
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Steps To Greatness
الشعرThere are the steps that I take to being a better poet. The shorter smaller steps anyway. Mainly consist of short poetry.
