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I had anger issues. Flipped out over small things- a look, a word, a door left open- and suddenly the whole house was on fire. People said I was overreacting. But they never saw the storm already brewing in my bones. I wasn't mad about the thing, I was mad about everything. The nights I waited for a mom who never came. The screams that weren't mine but still filled my ears. The weight I carried when I was only six years old. I wasn't just angry. I was exhausted. And sometimes, my fuse was as short as my childhood had been.
(P.s. every poem I've posted this far have all been a part of a cohesive project which is a collection, hence why the writing style has been VERY similar. If u wanna leave a hate comment, that's fine. I will ignore u cuz I know ppl just want attention and I'm not wasting my time. However, constructive criticism is welcome. Be nice or be quiet 💖)
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preach. sometimes i still get this way and i have to try to take a moment to explain that i'm not really mad about the small thing that just happened but the big thing that happened ages ago that i'm still processing.
(ur p.s. is so real. please never let anyone be cruel to you :-) taking constructive criticism is a very cool move though, great way to improve ur art !!)
DUDE YES. that first part?? u explained it so perfectly, like it's not even about the spilled drink or missed call or wtv, it's the ghost of something way bigger that we never fully unpacked. thank u sm for being so kind too, like actually :)
it means a lot. i'll keep creating and learning, promise. ur comment made my day fr! 💕
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