Years and years it's taken me To wake without some rage... I've spent so many years Inside a fury-riddled cage. They say for every "year" of pain It takes "six months" recovery... I think there is some truth in that For time allows discovery! Once you're past the wicked stench-- The things that so enraged you You start to see with different eyes... That "rage" no longer plagues you! You realize so many things-- Like every one is "human" You realize that the "girl" or "guy" Never really questioned why Or felt an ounce of duty Towards YOUR wellness... That was YOUR job none-the-less... And one day, it seems, you wake up... The rage is gone--you've made up... Not with THEM but with YOURSELF! For being blind, for being dumb You laugh a bit...no longer numb A lesson learned, the tables turned And oh how you have grown!Birth sign: Pisces
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