Swept under rugs
Fed to bugs.
Anger...
Anger...
No one cared much
They didnt dare to think about such.
Anger...
Anger...
I try not to love you
But I do.
Anger...
Anger...
Emotions are bared
No soul spared.
Emotional nudity
That is key.
what is your honest opinion
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WTF?
but lol. this is a weird poem but i'm not sure what the point is. maybe i'm just confused. but good job cause i like the rhyme scheme here

