I mean, I get angry. I know I can’t help it. Everyone tells me, stop being so angry. But theres just a rage of anger inside of me and I don’t know why, maybe its my perspective on life, or maybe it my self hate and pity for myself, or maybe even the fact that my father left me so broken and afraid of what life will throw at me, or maybe it was the abuse, or my subtancce use that made me so mad, or maybe even the fact that I feel torn apart from reality so much that I just get angry because my own reality is what I want to live in, not this cruel cruel fucking world we all live in, but I will never know what my anger is all about ever until I find myself once again and not the person I have turned into. -Ky Musselman.
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Author:
Ky Sierra Musselman (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is for myself. About how I've had this burning rage of anger inside of me. And I have no idea why I do.... Thank you, - Ky.
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