Push it downA Poem by The High PoetThis is a poem about the rage that used to consume me. Even when your rage is hidden it still finds a way to come out.Push it down Anger running through my veins Feels like a runaway train The rage inside starts to build My bottle's full, its truly filled Thoughts invade that start to scare me This is who I don't want to be Rage filling my every thought I'm not like this, I'm truly not Must keep my rage in check Or my head will pop off my neck Than that side of me has won Nothing more will feel like fun Some of the rage comes out my eyes Sneaking out from my happy disguise Must find the way to let it free Without hurting you or me I hate this rage that is a part of me It's always their but its locked with a key The sea of masks I always wear I feel my sanity starting to tear © 2023 The High PoetAuthor's Note
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Added on March 9, 2009Last Updated on May 14, 2023 AuthorThe High PoetGuelph, Guelph, CanadaAboutOnce I ran and hid my face Scared to face my disgrace Always running no way out Now I stand and shout THESE ARE MY RHYMES! When I write it's like I have tapped into some kind of creative ener.. more..Writing
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