Why the fuck did you put me here
without telling me why,
I cower in this corner
and endlessly cry.
These tears of rage
are storms of my being,
you know I'll fight you
so you hide your face.
No modern-day ressurection,
because I'll grab you by the neck;
screaming like a banshee in your face.
You say you made me but gave no reason why,
would you care if I lay in a gutter to die?
Propagandized the masses
before they understood the word,
miracles prevent questions
from blind spectators.
Though I am not blind
and I'll smash you to pieces,
an inferno of punches as my fury increases.
You should have given me an answer
because now I'm lurking behind every cloud;
keep looking over your shoulder,
friend.
A contest entry
- Anger (Mis)Management by breedluv.
1400 points, ended August 19, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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I feel your anger, and understand it. My only criticism is either use rhyme or use free verse; in my eyes, they don't play well together. An enjoyable write.
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