the flame of utter irritation and fury is killing me. every time i see your face a part of me is turning into ash. the more i attempt to conceal and push aside the more my soul smells of sulfur. i radiate heat continually. nonstop. just the thought of you taking me away and shaming me. i have had all i can take. i'm done. i am an intolerant person because of you. when i look in mirror i don’t know how to react because of you. how could you do this to me. why? afraid of how to act. secretly hiding away afraid of your outburst. i am like you because of you. you only think of your needs and wants even when you say otherwise. i stopped being happy because of you. so much anger held inside of me. i am the cliche of the ticking time bomb. the indignation. my wrath is yet to be unleashed. all the hurt and suffering of all the years will remain. i can never implode. the rage will remain there for as long as i live. literally eating me and no one will ever know. I won’t let it.
About the Creator
xandra
it is difficult to become an artist in a world where nothing seems new.
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