Roses are red violets are blue death is freedom if only you knew,
the crimson red blood that flows through my veins
pours on the ground while I lay there in pain,
I cry in the night for the home I had once known,
for Kentucky is freedom and it will always be home
my friends don’t understand me my family is in doubt
maybe that is the reason when I fight I don’t shout
I miss my sister I miss my friends
I miss everyone I love and it is hard to pretend
The world around me seems to spin in slow motion
it is like I drank a vile of poison or potion,
I cry to hide my anger that my family don’t understand
but the way they treat me I guess I have the upper hand,
the blood in my veins burns with intense anticipation
it is as if its begging for me to act upon self mutilation
my therapist says I need help so the anger can be gone
but why would I hide the anger when it is as beautiful as early dawn
people say it is unnatural for the anger to rest within
maybe then can I truly have a friend
my anger is beautiful my anger is the key
my anger is the best part when it comes to being me
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Submission Name: anger in a bottle
