I fuckin' hate the way
it is
when I
have nothin'
left to say
to you.
You think you got me
figured out
right now,
but I don't agree.
You've got all of your
adjectives and
ammunition
to make me
lose my shit- Damn.
I'm so tired
of you in
my notifications.
You're always quiet
'til you
have someone
you wanna judge.
I know
that if
I even
try to budge
and redirect
words at you,
then I'll
seem like
the only fuckin' one
with a problem-
Oh, screw you.
You stay
silent and at bay
'til you have someone
to pick on.
You stay away,
hidden in your home --
hidden in a
life of
mediocre bones --
'til you get the chance
to criticize.
What's it like,
livin' that kind of life?
YOU ARE READING
the Dawning of Rage (poetry)
PoetryThis is a book of enraged poems. Don't say I didn't warn you! The purpose of this book, essentially, serves as a therapeutic outlet. This is NOT some manifesto, but a place of expression. Feelings of such loathing and hate, I don't believe, should b...
