๐Ÿ“šโœ๐Ÿพ”I Used To Beโ€~By, Maxwanette A Poetessโœ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ“š

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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.

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, stillย have any love for them?

 

I used to be so angry,ย 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 wouldโ€™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 didnโ€™t care, who, what or where,

as living had lost all itโ€™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, Iโ€™m glad that Use-toโ€™s,

donโ€™t count anymore.

ยฉ Maxwanette A Poetess, All Rights Reserved.

โ€œThe Poetic Stormโ€ Vol. II

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