I clench my fists,
Bite my tongue,
Theres so much i can say.
But i don't say a word.
Ive been so mad!
Ive been so sad!
I can't take any more.
I hold my breath until I'm red.
My fists now shaking.
Ready to hit.
"Breathe sierra"
No bitch,
You breathe it in.
I'm here now.
See me?
I'm exploding!
Nobody noticed until today.
Now bring in the news crew.
I am a volcano.
Magma boiling.
You thought me extinct.
Well bitch,
Now i'm back.
I clench my fists.
And bite my tongue.
Fire in my eyes,
Magma in my heart.
"It's Mt. St Helens"
No bitch,
I'm worse.
YOU ARE READING
My war.
PoetryI have been diagnosed, ripped apart, shot down, kicked around. But ill be on broadway. Even if i have to buy a street, name it broadway and perform. In all seriousness, instead of sleeping forever, i wrote out my war.
