I am the fist thats made when angry is present
I want this hatred to go away
I hear the voices laughing
I see the people leaving me behind
I want to forget it all
I am the fist thats made when angry is present
I pretend to have it under control
I feel like exploding
I touch the cold hand of betrayel
I worry I will snap at the wrong time
I cry when I get too stressed
I am the fist thats made when angry is present
I understand that violence is not the answer
I say screw the world not yourself
I dream of a world with no hatred
I try to control myself
I hope I am forgiven
I am the fist thats made when angry is present
I want this hatred to go away
I hear the voices laughing
I see the people leaving me behind
I want to forget it all
I am the fist thats made when angry is present
I pretend to have it under control
I feel like exploding
I touch the cold hand of betrayel
I worry I will snap at the wrong time
I cry when I get too stressed
I am the fist thats made when angry is present
I understand that violence is not the answer
I say screw the world not yourself
I dream of a world with no hatred
I try to control myself
I hope I am forgiven
I am the fist thats made when angry is present
1 comment:
Hi Ruben I like the poem. Umm in some lines you mention the emotion you feel and well it kind of weird since you desrcibe what you feel and with that we should feel what you feel. Anyways I see you hate violence and what it does to us, makes us join it and yet try to get away from it, awsome. Well keep up the work.
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