My Pain InsideA Poem by Ice QueenJenMy Pain Inside
My pain inside
Am I corrupt? Shall I erupt?
The pain I take is not all fake
at times its bad so I get real mad
I try being patient stopping to smell the scent
of a single rose and reading a prose
to hide the hurt my body spurts
in small doses like pricks from roses
the pill I take cuts like a rake
into the stabs & pangs as my head bangs © 2012 Ice QueenJenReviews
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Added on July 25, 2008Last Updated on July 4, 2012 AuthorIce QueenJenBakersfield, CAAboutNot only am I a woman, but a mother, friend, and hopefully the best person I could be. I have begun to broaden my horizons and get into writing poetry. But I also am an artist, and I am trying my ha.. more..Writing
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