I found an outlet for all of my pent up rage. It is a lot easier to write and let it all out on paper.

I needed a way to release from inside,

All of the tears that I never cried,

My head was exploding from all I kept in,

While onto my face I glued a fake grin;

I hid inside my suspicion and fears,

And locked them away for many years;

They built up a wall and trapped me within,

Until I didn’t even know where to begin;

I had every emotion locked in my heart,

So I started to write, I made it my art.

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  • sabanawaz on Aug 4, 2012

    Thanks for the share

  • JoziShaun on Aug 14, 2012

    Thank you, very well written

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