Bad

Hey guys, this is just a little poem I wrote for kicks. Hope you enjoy it!.

Bad

Scorning the day,

scowling

as I walk.

I kick,

I jab,

I bite.

They talk to me,,

I snap, they

hurt.

I

like it,

a feral

grin, the

sadistic

pleasure.

The unfurling

coldness

of

cruelty and

ignorance

in my

heart.

They will share

my pain, my

anger, my

frustration.

A small

voice inside

me

speaks of

shame.

I ignore

it.

Go away, let

me be.

Let me

rage.

Let me

rage.

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About everburningcinders

So so...where to start? Well, for starters, I can say that I'm one of those kinds of people that don't care about their hair, or desperately need another pair of shoes. In fact, if you see me, you wouldn't notice me at all. I'm just the shadow, sticking to the walls, head buried in a book or eyes glazed over in a daydream. I want to be listened to and I want to be appreciated. My moral in life: Life is life. Believe in it and suck it up. I look forward to meetin' ya all!
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