(note-these three poems were written
within a three hour period and
show how bad my mood swings can be!)
Filled with adolescent rage
pointless, aimless
destroying.
I know you didn't mean it.
You can't even tell I'm mad.
In fact,
I have no good reason
to want to kill you.
But it festers.
It shouldn't've made me mad
but why
do I feel you think I'm worthless?
back...
Poetry copyright 2002 fireflyhotaru. If you steal, I'll "smoke you out of your holes, and I will hunt you down!" to quote our idiot of a president