I’m shouting, screaming, breaking in two because of the word hate I’m trapped, falling, being forgotten at an unforgivable rate I’m begging, crawling, crying out to be part of it again I’m wanting, needing, willing not to let all this get to my head I’m difficult, asking, demanding an explanation I’m expecting, waiting, dying with impatience and anticipation I’m annoyed, bored, sick of the same people lying I’m yielding, conceding, giving in to this dying I’m losing, failing, ruined in this pitiful sadness around us I’m fearful, anxious, scared by this common hatred that surrounds us I’m angry, loud, sad because I know I don’t really hate you I’m shouting, screaming before breaking in two
Reason for writing:
A really bad argument
Birth sign: Libra
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