Anger
the anger inside me erks to get out
i just want to yell scream and shout
i know how it feels to be unwanted
its not a good feeling or one thats wanted
i just want to smash peoples heads to bits and pieces
like a ripped open bag of reeses pieces
if you were me you would see how i feel inside
you would see how it feels to have your only dad die
yea thats rights my dad died in a car accident when i was twelve
thats why when i think about him i cry so hard its like im some sort of spell.
all this anger in me needs to be gone
before i end up dying too young
poem by Jean Pullman
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