Boom Poem by anais vionet

Boom



I'm overthinking,
tired of endless waiting,
about to blow up.

Even my mom sees it.
She starts some cutting remark
only to pull it back.

Me: "Argh! I have this ANGER, just below the surface."
My brother: "Uhh, it's not THAT far below the surface."

Tuesday, December 8, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: brother,isolation,mom,mood,teen,anger
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The universe is rubbing me wrong this week - and it's only Tuesday.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Khairul Ahsan 08 December 2020

God knows what will happen, when it comes out above the surface!

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