rage
nobody loves an angry girl.
so i muffle my screams with my bloody arm.
but thats not enough is it.
my rage is displayed on my face everywhere i go.
it lurks under my scars.
anger is a part of me.
fury, melancholy, confusion.
there's no way to hide it.
Copyright © Cecily Grace | Year Posted 2024
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