'RAGING'
rage in my veins
tornadoes in my mind
why do i have to apologize
for being who my own kind
well i am sorry that i'm blue inside and out
not much i can do
but scream and shout
there's something wrong with my face
according to you
the words that i speak
the actions i take
or the way i break
that is not perfect enough
everything i do
comes with a consequence that i have to suffer
your unneeded judging
is what fuels the fires
rage in my veins
a hurricane about to hit
stay away
if you don't want to drown in my abyss.
but they calm me down
and rage suddenly ebbs away
my feelings drown
and now there's nothing left of me
but ashes and ashes of pitiful shards
ashes and ashes of stardust
a collection of mismatched puzzle pieces, is all you can see
i am no longer the rage
but i am no longer myself
just simmering anger
a broken dancer
left in a broken piece
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Poetry❝ we're like stardust scattered around in a mess of burning ash and perfectly unclear symphony. ❞ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ᴇʀᴀ ☆ highest rank in poetry #18 ☆ poetry for the broken has been completed on the 3rd of may 2018 ✔ ☆ cover is...
