A poem by me.
It burns inside
Setting my heart and my mind and my soul on fire.
It hurts,
Bad.
Why do I feel so?
Why do I feel as though they push me away?
Why do I feel so?
It annoys me so, to feel what I feel,
To pull and push people away.
I can’t decide what to choose:
Keep it locked up and fight it away?
Or tell it, show it, scream it?
Angst.
It burns me inside.
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