Anger,
Either wanting to let out your roar of anguish,
Or the touch of wet tears pouring down your face,
Wanting to show how the world makes you feel,
The way others can control
The smile on your face
Down to how much you'll want to eat the next day
Because everything one can even mutter,
Can effect the music you listen to or the clothes you wear,
For the rest of your life,
Leaving you angry at them,
For letting them change you.
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Memories
PoetryA small collection of my poems. All original or said otherwise. Pictures shot and edited by me. Please Enjoy
