Treasure Island

Whisper Dawn

(July / South Dakota)


Anger seems to be all I know
This haze over my eyes red as can be
You set this off
Yet act like it was all me
Screaming and yelling
This I want to let loose
Just to show you
All this rage
It makes me feel like I'm in a cage
Holding down this raw emotion
Only want to get rid of this anger and pent up commotion.

Submitted: Thursday, June 26, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, June 27, 2012

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  • Dawn Big Crow (6/27/2008 9:16:00 AM)

    yes a rush of anger and it just came....yup writing is but one way to release emotion.. (Report) Reply

  • kelley Hayward (6/26/2008 1:20:00 PM)

    dammm seemws like you got a lot of anger in side off you and it seems like you just need to let it out just like me (Report) Reply

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