i was raised by angry people
theres no way of putting
that is softer
i was raised with no laughter
younger, i feared lots
shattered glasses, knots
loud noises and blood clots
but on newer moons, something new
blooms in my brain
memories, not by a migraine
or maybe something that symbolizes it
something perfect, at least what i can imagine
is to make a wish everyone could see
because even if i left these people
i remain angry like them
i am not afraid of shattered glasses,
loud basses..
but of myself.
and what hell could be like.
am i alike?
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 5:53 PM UTC
i was raised by angry people
theres no way of putting
that is softer
i was raised with no laughter
younger, i feared lots
shattered glasses, knots
loud noises and blood clots
but on newer moons, something new
blooms in my brain
memories, not by a migraine
or maybe something that symbolizes it
something perfect, at least what i can imagine
is to make a wish everyone could see
because even if i left these people
i remain angry like them
i am not afraid of shattered glasses,
loud basses..
but of myself.
and what hell could be like.
am i alike?
a bit of a stretch of the last poem.
