Treasure Island

Kara Jackson


Anger


My anger want let me get out alive,
My anger wants me to hate and bribe,
My anger wants me to suffer and die,
My anger want let go from inside,
My anger is eating me alive,
I scream out, “help me and going to die”,
But people just move aside.
Am going mad,
Am getting lost,
My mind is controlled,
By the fear from inside,
It’s closing in like the night sky.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 26, 2014

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I moved away from my mother and two sisters due to her a addiction problem and it had effected me very much this is my poem to show what my anger feels like

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