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Have you ever....stumbled over anger...

In front of her,

The people blur...

 

The music pounds through headphones,

Their laughter strikes her like shards of stone.

 

She sees their lips moving - but no other sound,

Though their looks - dissaproving - she stands her ground.

 

She's sick of this isolated plague,

And the poisoned rules constantly obeyed.

 

She should be used to feeling so numb by now,

This world's fucked up any - how.

Author's Note

So Sick of This Bull Shit

- tears turn into anger - and that anger expands itself all too quickly...

Reviews

[Your Tasty Field Adviso..]

strong with the hate. i know it all too well, i try my best to controll it. :D great poem as usual.