Island in the Sun
2001-09-23 03:54:40 (UTC)

an angry poem

I wrote this when I was really mad at my brother.

My hand shakes with rage,
but I resist.
Why do I let you do this to me??
Maybe someday,
you'll realize how awful a person you have become.
Your maniacal self-centered attitude only drags people down.
I dread every moment
that I spend in your company.
I won't let you drag me down anymore.
I'm through with you,
tainted soul.
I hate you.
Not these words,
nor any other
can express how much hatred I have for you.
I will only be happy when you are gone