I don’t get angry
I was never taught how to-
I just go silent,
I act lifeless,
Like a storm that never breaks.
I sit with the ache
until it feels like home.
I don’t fight back,
I fold,
Let the words pass through me,
Like I’m made of air,
Untouchable but torn,
Screaming in the quiet
that no one can hear.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: And then I suffocate myself until my breaths feel precious-
- Category: Sad
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Great write
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