Bottled Up Pain
I try to make all of the pain poetic
Try to ignore how I was abused by a prick
So many ways
So many days
More times than I can mention
I want to put down my chin
Fall off like the leaves
To the next life and reprieve
This life’s karma
How can I practice dharma
With all this anger inside me
I can’t take out, trying to fight me
Because it’s in my head
Sick of you but I can’t get you out, turning red
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