Rage
Her eyes spark and glow
her face is grim
her heart blazes and
her words stab
rage
a powerful thing
rage at the fact that nothing can be done
rage at the fact that no one understands
rage at the fact that those she trusted stabbed her in the back
rage at the fact that everything was a lie
rage at the fact that they fight all the time
rage at the fact they want her to be perfect
Rage
I wish I could rage
I dont rage
I sit quietly, and hold it all in
as injustice and lies take over the world
and the idea develops
Humans, They destroy everything they touch
Rage
Rage might get something done
just a matter of opinion i guess. it seems that maybe in your poems not knowing would have saved alot of grief. sometimes questioning is appropriate. other times you would die not to have asked. i liked hearing from you. feel free to leave more notes pertaining to my diary (critical or otherwise).
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Wow sis who is this about? humm Very good and intenst. I enjoy your writing. Keep it up. luv ya
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