this is from freshman year. i performed it for my english class. i illustrated this poem and everything.
rage
Rage evoking a thought in me
I cannot live in harmony
I've kneaded my arms into pools of flesh
I've rubbed my legs, developed a rash
Looked at the sky till my eyes start to water
When the sun burns my skin
If you touch it, feels hotter
That rage developing, developing freely
That feeling once left me but now it's back really
That thought
That rage
That evil dwelling
Shall interfere with my
Storytelling.
