Anger is my friend,
though an enemy, it still stands
By my side through tough times,
it fights me my way through.
It can hurt, it can inflict,
such pain onto others,
Onto myself,
onto my heart.
Anger is my friend,
though an enemy, it still stands
By my side through tough times,
it fights me my way through.
This is why I make you cry.
I'm not sorry.
(TBH this poem is poopy cuz i ran out of stuff so i just pulled something out of a jar and was like ajsldkj aioerjflsd)
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PoetryJust some rants by me. Maybe I'll publish my sucky old ones, maybe I won't. You'll never know.
