Something inside stirs up a great deal
Falling apart at the fight of my tears
not letting it out because it’s so grave
but screaming and throwing tantrums all day
nothing is wrong, but what do i do
I made it all up to be something like you
I wanted to sing, i wanted to shout, i wanted to scream out to God,
what’s it about?
The frustration that’s felt when someone closes the door
to talking to someone you knew before
who happens to be there when you think they’re not
who happens to be there, and laying on cots
Forgive me, my love, that I’m not around
I know you’re angry
what’s it about?
Poetry
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This sounds like the writer in in confusion and not sure what’s going on. In the end asks the question, but they really want to know the answer?