“I Used To Be”…~Maxwanette A Poetess

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I Used To Be

I used to be so angry,

that the sun had the nerve to rise,

the moon still shone brightly,

while I was dying inside.

 

I used to be so angry,

that the very sound of my own breathing,

made me wish that I could morph into silence.

 

I used to be so angry,

that I replayed the flashbacks in my existence, that caused me such pain,

I was reliving my own personal hell.

Lol! You see, I used to be so angry,

that I scared my own children.

For how could one be so angry,

have any love for them?

 

I used to be so angry,

that I spoke the wrong words,

the thoughts were heard,

and destroyed my whole family.

 

I used to be so angry,

as I have survived abuse, that would’ve killed many.

I used to be angry, that my vocals,

were the focal, of my tempered expression.

 

I used to be so angry,

that I didn’t care, who, what or where,

as living had lost all it’s meaning.

And I became the pain.

 

I used to be so angry,

that I simply had to deal with it,

for I was becoming undone.

 

I used to be so angry,

and now, I’m glad that Use-to’s,

don’t count anymore.

~Maxwanette A Poetess

“The Poetic Storm” Vol. II

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