Anger
Boils inside
Like a virus
Why?
Is it the new medication?
Or is it
Me?
So angry, I see red.
The littlest thing is something to make a deal about.
This and that
Her and her
It’s all the same.
Or is it something else?
Is it because it’s
October?
Is it because of the people that surround me?
Anger boils.
And boils.
Sadness creeps
And then I am happy.
Anger creeping...
Now numb.
Will this ever change?
I thought these feelings, these pains were
solved?
I am converted back to the tenth grader who is convinced she doesn't
belong.
About the Creator
Jupiter Miller
I write what I can, when I can. In the best representation possible of my most inner thoughts in my brain.
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