Poem: Finding the Anger

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When my thoughts poke out like wires,

this is the part I hate the most.

When my vision should be complete,

but the emotions need attention.

When trouble finds you and consumes me,

knowing we don’t want this.

When exhausted and irritable after a long day,

the circumstance make us angry.

When the eyes of the monster visits me at night,

your unfolded lies are not gone.

When my insides move like lava,

it increases the distance.

When fingers bend in unnatural places,

this is the time for honesty.

When words matter more than actions,

this is when you will leave.

2019

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