This is something i wrote when i was a teenager, and i was going through a bad time. I had a few other problems that might come up in my other poems if i ever find them.
Here it is.
My Quiet Rage.
The mask hides my rage,
you never see it,
It's in a cage.
This happy mask that I wear,
Has never shown the pain,
If you even care.
Inside me is a storm,
Always a raging storm,
And there was never any calm.
This quiet rage will never go away,
Too bad my self-control didn't stay.
I've lost myself in that rage.
And there was so much of it.
I had to let it out.
The anger burns me on the inside,
I don't know what to do,
But hurt on the outside
The results of my rage are unseen,
I cover them when they are clean,
And the blood is washed away.
I feel better but only for a little while,
Until another feeling of anger,
Makes my mind turn vile,
But the anger blocks the pain,
So I'll never feel a thing.
Ok, that's it. That's what was inside my head in my teen years. It scares me now, that I could ever do what I did to myself. Anyway, if you don't like it, just tell me and i'll fix it. If you do like it then thanx for actually reading it. I may have more on the way if i can find where i stored them.
See ya,
Redvampire Edited by: RedVampire at: 9/13/03 12:26 pm