Temper frayed
Boiling up
She was dismayed
Feeling rough
Anger rising
To the stars
Caused by lying
Pushed too far
One too often
This been so
By all of them
That have a go
Like a rug
She does feel
A stupid mug
Is she still
Tries her best
To do right
But can’t rest
At all come night
Treated like a fool
In many ways
Breaking rules
These games they play
Pushed too far
Once again
Very hard
From those that pretend
She always falls
Taking many hits
By these fools
From their pits
Lost her belief
Trust in them
Just like grief
No defence
Close no more
Will they get
Much too raw
Them to forget
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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Caliburnus Rises 
what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger. nicely raged.
Thank you again. In a ‘raging’ mood! Good for writing.