Rage

Rage

A Poem by Heather Anne

Blood boils in my veins,

As fury and sadness grow.

Your pathetic words and actions

Endear you to no one.

 

Your mouth opens

And naught but lies,

Lies and more lies

Spew forth in abundance.

 

Monster child you’ve dubbed me

No! your presence makes me ill,

Don’t come near me

Not a touch can I stand

 

Your mere presence

Makes my skin crawl

And wish to scrub myself

Red,raw to be cleansed.

 

Deepest feelings

Once suppressed

Now surface

Bubbling with cold malice

 

You pushed me once,

Twice, too many

Sick of being the toy

Our "family’s" doormat

 

If demon child I am’

Then no longer shall I stand,

Protect nor help you.

If lying,whoring,monster I be.

© 2013 Heather Anne


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Added on February 28, 2013
Last Updated on February 28, 2013
Tags: pain, anger, disillusionment

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Heather Anne
Heather Anne

Pretoria, Gauteng, South Africa



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A Poem by Heather Anne