I hate that I get angry when I'm scared
It's like my body takes the searing pain it feels when I'm terrified and turns it into ice
As if that's supposed to help me from hurting myself
But it doesn't
And it just ends up burning me and everyone else in its path
The ice is infectious
And once it's started
It travels faster than I can control
And like Medusa
I turn everything into stone
I can't keep it under control
And it's going to be my turmoil
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Ballad of an over thinker
PoetryHealing from bad relationships in the form of words. Some might be personal but hopefully this can help someone.
