The inner storm meets outer calm.A silent fury.Impotent rage not expressed.
A Poem
I have a troubled sweetnessI like to call my ownBut it isn’t really mine you seeI took…
I wanna quitI’m just not with itFeeling like shitFeeling like a misfitAn unfit and unlit…
is this a cryfor attentionora cry for help?is there really a difference?