Unconcealed Anger Poem by Alexander Villegas

Unconcealed Anger



Every time I mess up you're the first to shout.
You make my confidence turn into a state of doubts.
Your voice hits me like a fist.
Then it's my fault if I get pissed.
I share your anger in me.
Now I'm going to use it against you by setting it free.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: anger
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Alexander Villegas

Alexander Villegas

Des Moines, Iowa, United States.
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