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Frustrated
The cold rain
seems to evaporate
as it hits
my red, angry face
mad at myself
wanting to flee away
from it all
like a bug trying to get out of a web
everything sets me off
car goes by
I keep my mouth shut
words of disbelief
pour into my mind
the wetness of my pant legs
from the tires
that spun and spun like my head
hatred all though me
I fall to the ground,
the anger ran though my hands
I punch the tar then
grab the board and threw it in the woods
then whoosh
the anger slows down
sat there alone
in the woods by the stream
I always do when I'm frustrated.
I think hard
then I realize
I heard anther car go by
" I'm okay after all".
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