Biography of Silent Rebel
These are just my thoughts.. they don't mean to cause offence to anyone.. it's just a personal feeling i'd like to share with the world....
Eventually i would like the time to actually sit down and right, but whatever you read so far is a quick scribble of the emotion im going through at the time..
Silent Rebel Poems
Sitting On The Bus
Choose to enter a world of silence, trying to hold, contain the violence inside me. Others act, live as nothings happened...they say lets keep on pushing her to the edge and see what happends. Eventually my heart starts racing, my breathing becomes difficult, my eyes over flood, my face becomes flushed. Venomous hands stroke my cheeks trying to sympathise when they are the ones who made me cry.. those hands reflect victimisation, emotional blackmail.
Ambition And Restrictions
Confined In A Meeting
Lost in a world, where my body feels trapped my thoughts are inked to paper in a cry of help,
No one will ever read this but atleast it will help ease the emptinees i have inside...