Biatch

Her hands shake

Anger pulses through her body

She balls up her fists

And closes her eyes

Her body begins to quiver

Her face gets hot

The urge travels in her veins

The need to scream

Constricts her chest

But she has a clue

When the other doesn't

Her temper is short

Two faced b*****s

They don't help

Treat her like s**t

And see where they end up.

Reviews

[Alex W]

Very much a womans world the 'two-faced' thing, the men are less evil but more stupid for the most part. We just punch each other lol.

Good piece, I liked it.

[HereWithoutYou<3]

Yeah it's a wondeful poem, you can feel the pain and anger she feels. Sometimes I feel that too.