Chanz Posted September 9, 2003 Report Posted September 9, 2003 Anger surges through me Dragging me down Trying to drown me Get me to go beneath the ground. Darkness surrounds me Trapping me inside Encasing my naked body There's nowhere for me to hide. Running from my thoughts Trying to shake them away Desperately wanting to be rid of them So i can see the light of day. Hatred burns my heart Ripping at my core Making me darker and darker Leaves me begging for no more. Like acid eating at my flesh It eats away at me Shredding my layers Allowing the real me to be free.
The Portrait of Zool Posted September 9, 2003 Report Posted September 9, 2003 Is the real you the angry you? or is there something else, something that you feel anger empowers you to show... Good poem.
Peredhil Posted September 9, 2003 Report Posted September 9, 2003 good poem - and good questions Zool...
Chanz Posted September 11, 2003 Author Report Posted September 11, 2003 The real me is the dark, angry unhappy me. the fake me is the one everyone sees- the one who is smiling and happy all the time, acting like nothing is wrong when really there's alot going on.
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