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My Rage
31 March, 2005
Author: Seizure

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I hate the world around me, as much as it hates me
I wasn't meant to live, I never could be free
I go to the mirror, and look at my reflection
The bags, the scars, and blood, I have no direction
I knock the counter clean, I bust the mirror's glass
"Oh you should calm down," blow it out your ass
No one knows my fear, no one knows my hate
I should have gotten help? You know it's too late

The rage fills me up, my blood begins to boil
The heartbreak I have felt, makes my heart spoil
I'd like to cut right in, and split my beating heart
I wish all my feelings, would quickly depart
I feel I'm in a rage, I feel locked in a cage
If you could measure anger, I'd max out the gauge
I've never been betrayed, as badly as right now
I'd stop the buildup, I would but don't know how

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Comments on this poem/writing:

mandy steder (205.213.111.50) -- Monday, May 8 2006, 05:38 pm

rage

real. i know how you feel, only i feel that angry only when i am detox.
bri (141.156.90.242) -- Thursday, March 1 2007, 12:40 am

using poem

can i use ur poem for a school assignment? i will surely give u credit for your work.
 
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