idea
no concept
why the hell
don't you see it?
there goes my
chance
out the door
just like all
my other
chances
opportunities
hopes
confirming
once more
that I am
not good enough
Are you blind?
building
growing
the rage inside
tears me to pieces
just like I wish
I could do to you.
seething
a fist drives itself
into the door.
onslaught of
self-esteem
inferiority
anger
self-hate
issues
I hold my tongue
teeth biting into it
to keep my words
from falling out
and making my mistakes.
destructive
angering
full of silent rage
these words pass
but your actions
are leaving scars.
I'm tired of breaking my own heart
It's my fault.
this rage eats away at my soul.
