Sweet Bitterness

It has been months that have passed Yet rage I still keep enclosed within it embodies my morals , my happiness and fears. I haven't been able to escape it I look in a mirror and see me trapped frosty glass this Bitterness is my new reasons to laugh Why do they have to add additional salts to scarred tissue. Arent I already hideous enough what kind of ridiculous intervention would make me more brutal and relentless