Vulnerability enrages me
That sickening unnerving sound of whining people
Acute, pitiful sound of strained high pitching
Soft mocking in a stare that unhumans the flesh
I wanna strike and punch against sugar concerns
I wanna sharpen dull edges painted with honey
I'm so sick and nauseous from the honey
I can't breath amongst your soothing arms
I want to bite them and claw my way out
Shut up and hit me, scream and dismiss me
Bitter water's more bearable than the way you call me sweetie
And all of this bane motions,
all this seems obnoxious
Take your whiny eyes elsewhere
'Fore I punch them out your face
Sharp your edges, for fucks sake
Or I will do so myself
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Author:
M. Candelaria (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 21st, 2025 07:38
- Comment from author about the poem: Not my favorite, but at least it's real
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Comments2
A substantial amount of anger is conveyed in this hostel-themed poem. The poem explores emotional turmoil, specifically the dichotomy between vulnerability and societal expectations of gentleness, sweetness, or accommodation, as the poet struggles with feelings of anger and discomfort when confronted with perceived weakness, both in themselves and others.
Although this at first look seems harsh and rejecting it speaks with reality of those that feign love in mushy, gooey tears and blubbering. It asks for reality where love is shown not told sobbed or whimpered. Where action speaks louder and one is not suffocated and drown with tears and promises. It is in truly loving someone to know when too much is too much and what a person needs now what you want to give them. A poem asking for love not meeting one's own needs. A fave
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