Wrath | Teen Ink


January 18, 2011
By PortraitWords SILVER, Bronx, New York
PortraitWords SILVER, Bronx, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Love me for my ugly, for my pretty is deceitful"

That FIRE That ignites, it burns in my chest
My HEART engulfed in flames, can't put this to rest
It BOILS up my blood, bubbling through the vein
Can't TOUCH me anymore I've been brought up in pain
The HEAT being released through furried eyes
INNOCENCE being conquered, no one hears the cries
Finger tips TINGLE with the urge to react
EVERYTHING will explode. Nothing in tact
With NERVES melted off, one can no longer feel
DYING from my own demon, I watch my skin peel
ESCAPING the inside, now burning the shell
LEAVING a tortured soul to go off and dwell

The author's comments:
I wanted to write a poem about anger without ever actually using the word "angry" or "mad" in it.

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