32 0 6

It boils up inside me,

bubbling until it explodes.

Then it lets loose, 

not caring where it goes.

Some may hurt who I'm angry at,

but it might land on others too.

It's unstoppable,

only one can stop it.

One who mostly ignores,

who writes and writes.

But knows that it's there,

doesn't talk.

So it gets worse and worse,

boiling and bubbling,

spilling over.

Doesn't stop until I carry on,

ignore it and do my life.

I hate it, 

despise it,

but it's part of me.

So I live with it,

and try, 

try to love.

Forgive and forget.

heartbreakRead this story for FREE!