Don't talk to me!
My tolerance levels are full.
So let me be mad
Just for a while.
Let me express the anger I'm feeling.
I'm stressing over things I shouldn't be.
I'm doing work that kids all hate.
I've worked hard to help my family
But my nerves are fried.
So forget it!
I can feel it rising in me
Like the steam from a boiling pot.
I'm on fire with frustration
But too cold to find comfort.
So let me scream!
I need to be free somehow.
Even if I'm only in my room
Away from all worries.
YOU ARE READING
Freedom
PoetryIt's called "Freedom" because I used to hold all of my feelings inside. Then I found a way to let it go- writing. I'm free again, and I want you to know how I used to feel, and the feelings that still haunt me. Oh, and never forget how dramatic us w...
