Poems about anger

Really real

A little bud of consciousness
Born out of pain
Developed and grew
Thoughts and desires
Personality and voice
A soul
I am really real
 
The world does not know
Who really is real
Body may be the same
But I still feel
I am really real
 
I am Claire
18 and free
I love
I laugh
I breath
I move
I am really real
 
It is her body
Her arms
Her legs
My soul
I am really real
 
I took her pain
I took her doubts
I held them all
And protected this body
Why cant I live?
Why cant I love?
I am really real
 
One day I will scream
One day I will shout
One day they will hear
One day every one will Know
I am really real
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by actressandwriter
Want to play a game?

Want to play a game?
Ok, when do we start?
We already have.
What are the rules?
Those are mine, at a whim they will change.
How do you win?
You don't.
What is the purpose?
My amusement.
I don't want to play.
Too late.
Enough I am not playing with you.
You have no choice.
I can leave.
No you can't
Watch me.
You are still here.
Stop!
Why?
I don't like this it's pointless.
There is a point to everything.
Then what is the point to this?
To break you.
I am done!
Almost.
...

by wcl
Glances, questions...

Glances,
Questions.
Awkward silence.
Time passes   as distance deepens.
 
Words spoken,
Sharp as daggers,
Cleave the air.
Secrets betrayed   and trust shattered.
 
Run or stay?
Brick by brick,
Walls grow and envelope
Then they blot out the sky.
 
Winding pathways   leading you astray,
Bones unseen beneath.
Trampled and   awaiting discovery.
Voices echo as ghosts   peer around corners.
 
Miles of confusion
Chaos eclipsing common sense.
Every stone a loss of self.
Beloved friends and family   lost in battle.
Until only memories remain.
The lost souls   haunting the present.
 
Shadows grow stronger,
As reality fades.
Flights of fancy
Free the enslaved.
Until only the body remains.
 
Shame, regret, anger
Then finally pain
Complete the descent.
A door opens...
A light glimmers.
The flame is extinguished.
 
The door closes   as the key turns,
Silence echoes   as space shrinks.
One by one they say goodbye,
Silent screams   as reality strikes.
 
Darkness unfolding,
Promises of relief.
Caught in the middle,
Torn between light and dark.
Seeking anonymity.
 
A hand beckons,
Fear paralyzing
Voices echoing a warning   too late.
A few steps then falling.
The ground gone,
Fog above and black below.
 
Frantically searching   for a foothold,
Only finding walls of glass.
Faces peering in.
Air pulling in all directions.
Winds cycling until   a tornado of chaos.
 
Dazed and disoriented,
Fact and fiction   indistinguishable.
Lines curving   until patterns are obscured.
Time spinning   faster and faster
Then lost as it is   suspended...
 
A hand appears in the fog.
Defying fear and gravity...
You grasp it tightly.
Not knowing where you go   or who is leading.
Blindly following.
 
Heart racing,   breaths coming short
Knowing this   your final chance.
A gamble of good vs. evil.
Life and death.
I close my eyes and leap.
...

by kailima
Healing under a canopy

Stroll through the shaded wood I must;
Liniment for a marred soul.
In love with the seclusion it offers;
I yearn for the peace it brings.
Amble about in nature's song
I stroll along to such sounds:
Singing birds, dinky feet on Forest's floor, water-a-trickling.
Healing from a pain so deep
It threatens to crush my voice.
I rebel, fight back, scream, kick, cry.
I will not allow this.
You cannot have my soul.
My past will not destroy me!
Your 'control' is merely an illusion.
I am no longer a child.
For I see the light.
It's above me,
Filtering through the leaves.
It streaks my face with gold.
I feel its warmth on my skin.
This is the color of confidence.
I give myself the permission.
I can heal.
No one else can have
Me.
I smile.
I laugh.
I cry.
I'm filled with joy.
I am at peace.
Up ahead, I see a bridge.
I will cross it.
I will burn it down.
...

by LovelyChantel
Yay i'm one of his ex’s/tyrants/hard-hearted @#@%

I fell in love
 
I fell in love
He could have been a slug
 
He could have been a slug
Wouldn't have mattered. I was besotted
 
Wouldn't have mattered. I was besotted
Saw what I wanted...what he wanted me too
 
Saw what I wanted...what he wanted me too
I sure was in love – witlessly, ravingly so
 
I sure was in love – witlessly, ravingly so
3 previous failed marriages – no contact with his kids?
 
3 previous failed marriages – no contact with his kids?
His ex's were "tyrants…hard-hearted @#@%$'s"
 
His ex's were "tyrants…hard-hearted @#@%$'s"
Poor, guy, poor guy, poor guy
 
Poor, guy, poor guy, poor guy
"Sorry hon didn't mean to hit you". Box of chocs and a dozen red roses
 
"Sorry hon didn't mean to hit you". Box of chocs and a dozen red roses
"I can't live without you"
 
"I can't live without you"
"You made me do it…you loud-mouthed hussy"
 
I fell out of love
 
I fell out of love
He was a slug
 
He was a slug
It mattered – I saw what he was
 
It mattered – I saw what he was
Saw the facts – saw what was real
 
Saw the facts – saw what was real
I was no longer in love – not even slightly
 
I was no longer in love – not even slightly
4 not 3 previous failed marriages – definitely no contact with my kid
 
4 not 3 previous failed marriages – definitely no contact with my kid
I'm one of his ex's/tyrant/hard-hearted @#@%$'s
 
I'm one of his ex's/tyrant/hard-hearted @#@%$'s
Pathetic guy, pathetic poor guy, pathetic guy
 
Pathetic guy, pathetic poor guy, pathetic guy
Sorry hon you can stuff your box of chocs and a dozen red roses where the...etc, etc
 
Sorry hon you can stuff your box of chocs and a dozen red roses where the.. etc, etc
I can live just fine without you
 
I can live just fine without you
No one but me made me do it
 
No one but me made me do it
 
Tootle pip.
From this proudly loud-mouthed hussy
...

by Jane
Dear Father

Do you recall the assault
Dear father?
Do you recall the assault?
The thumping and the hurling
 
And the sound of my heart churning
Breaking, bursting, furling
Your fault, your fault, your fault
Do you recall the assault?
 
Do you relive the rape
Dear father?
Do you relive the rape?
The ripping and the bleeding
 
The terror and my pleading
Pleading, pleading, pleading
No escape, no escape no escape
Do you relive the rape?
 
Do you regret your crimes
Dear father?
Do you regret your crimes?
Your sinful acts against another
 
And being a weak, cruel father
A perpetrator of lasting trauma.
Harmer harmer, harming
Do you regret your crimes?
...

by Jane
Games

You tried to play the game,
but you've lost.
Now who took the blame?
I paid the cost.
You lied and toyed with me,
made sure I was in deep.
I wasn't what you wanted me to be,
suddenly you weren't mine to keep.
You took my heart and left me empty,
mind numb and dazed.
You tried to be so crafty.
you weren't even phazed.
I promised to love you,
you promised forever.
I thought I knew,
you thought you were so clever.
I've got a surprise,
a game of my own.
One of us told no lies,
but remains unknown.
You've learned a hard lesson,
I'm remorseless and vengeful you see.
What I really am; my dark confession,
I'm not what you thought me to be.
...

by weepingwillow