i know you think i'm hurting,
i'm so angry, i'm sobbing.
or maybe i look like a goddess of bitch (well, true, i am that too)
'cept you'll see no other than i am happy;
power is in my veins and maybe it's arrogance but it comes with my name.
perhaps i appear fearful and shrinking,
(oh, dear me, call the shrink,
i must be overthinking!)
god, this room is so crowded, i wish i could shut you all out!
stop screaming in my ear,
just so you can say i choose what i hear.
life is almost nothing but an indifferent task.
so weakness is clearly a thing of the past,
but with me there no such thing for everything i wear on my sleeve
has no reason not to be.
YOU ARE READING
the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
