The way you ask questions,
teetering on the edge
of every hour,
stokes my wonders
of if you have
an undiagnosed
personality disorder.
If you claim you're my mother
then tell me why
you seem to be unscathed
by the DSM-V.
If the anxiety and irritability
runs in my veins,
like a cancer
taking a hold of the reigns,
then you must be hiding,
and barely surviving,
on the cliff
of your mental sobriety.
Though years have passed,
you can't fool me any longer,
because I see how
you don't get along with others
or how your peace of mind
is just a trap
for holding yourself
behind. From a life
you could only ever dream of.
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...
