you know what's easier than coming undone,
sharing such feelings meant to be hidden away?
fists slamming a tree.
blood dripping down knuckles.
cold air biting at lips, chipping at lungs.
anger, liquidized into acid, eating from the inside.
oxygen stole as it escapes through the lips,
eyes being stung by icy salt.
looking insane,
feeling worse.
much easier
than being taught to be open
and not being hated, hateful.
but here, there is only one option,
the painful one.
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
