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

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January 16, 2005

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).

Wow sis who is this about? humm Very good and intenst. I enjoy your writing. Keep it up. luv ya