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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Posted in: Poetry
gladiuspoeticus
July 14, 2012
what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger. nicely raged.
Darren Greenidge
July 14, 2012
Thank you again. In a ‘raging’ mood! Good for writing.