Unforgivable
I am feeling the wrath of being unforgivable.
A situation which everyone thought was forgettable.
But in me there is a lack of bliss.
The smiles around me seem like voices that hiss.
It is as if all the shadows are more severe.
Resentment is random and startled by fear.
It is time to pack up my hope to hide in the wild.
And people will wonder why I’m running from a crisis so mild.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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