Category : Poems
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Wait here in the now for the later, to set fire to things you keep that hold secrets and untruths.
This is the the that makes me want to scream confused state where to make sense and understanding one can not put into wordsto words what's felt as you have the feeling.
As i lay here typing i hear, conversations that are inside to hear, just a joke maybe to me i begin simmering red with anger and want to scream shut the fuck up!
Early yesterday morning, I found my handwriting a journal entry that I haven't i have made myself stop, i felt a sense of knowledge that i can only get from the outside looking in.
still today as I type these words I feel attacked tempting
tempting me to snap how do I calm and explain explain my frustration?