Sorry For My Outburst
nothing ever seems to get better
I step through the broken glass
remains of my anger
glimmering on the floor
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I just can’t take it anymore
the madness we’re living in
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How can those puppets in the TV
keep spewing that trash
without talking about a cure
without a way to change
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If actions speak louder than words
then why aren’t we running
no sprinting
to help all the screaming, crying, dying
innocent animals, people, planet
that we’re killing slowly yet violently
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Seeing it again & again & again
drives me crazy
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Which brings me back to my mess on the floor
blood dripping through my toes
hands shaking with anger
crying tears for my favorite animal
& their black-and-white masks
ready for the war of the human race
always and forever trying to take them down
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Seems like a common theme here though
so I'll just clean up the glass
of my smashed TV
wipe the blood off my feet
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And try to do something
that will make me feel better about living
About the Creator
Isabella Walker
I'm trying my best so if you're reading this, thank you! (Most of these pieces I will be revising and editing throughout this process, keep coming back for updated pieces!!)
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