ok guys heres another one which I was inspired to write by an emotional event that happened at school today.
Indescribable anger!
theres nothing like,
an indescribable rage!
nothing seems right,
not even my age!
the time,
the date,
the place I'm in,
all I can think about is whats within,
the anger,
the rage,
the page,
or the stage!
drama seems right for the mood I'm in,
to hurt some in frustration,
is the way out of my tempremetal distillation,
potent is my temper,
although now its worse than I remember,
but what incredable control I have over myself!
is that why I'm always left on the shelf?