frustated by the secrets i have to keep
tired of the words i have to eat
is it such a crime to express
what boils inside i must confess
if i speak, you yell
for i have a way with words that make people go off like an alarm bell
if i keep shut, it's still not good enough
for it is i that is being difficult and tough
how is it a bond if you can't even communicate
tension builds a wall filled with hate
so you cry to relieve the anger inside
cause there's no one to turn to or even confide
2 comments:
nice
did you write this? i didnt think you were even capable of sitting down long enough to read a poem. eww are you becoming sensitive now. first it was the pink tanks/sweaters now poetry reading...
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