I do not scratch my anger into My skin
I pour it onto
My paper
anger can’t
win.
I do not slice sadness into My arm
the sadness
will cause
no more
harm.
I won’t show My pain the bottom of the glass
I am wise
I know the
pain will
pass.
I won’t let rage make Me pop a pill
but put pen
to paper
that I
will.
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 8:52 AM UTC
I do not scratch my anger into My skin
I pour it onto
My paper
anger can’t
win.
I do not slice sadness into My arm
the sadness
will cause
no more
harm.
I won’t show My pain the bottom of the glass
I am wise
I know the
pain will
pass.
I won’t let rage make Me pop a pill
but put pen
to paper
that I
will.