RageA Poem by Heather AnneBlood 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 Author
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