I don't understand why I shake,
I don't understand why we are the same
and yet you suffer so.
Do I cry? Is it because I am
helpless to help less?
I understand rage, quick and passionate
but this anger in my veins,
something that never fades
or dissipates with a punch
It does not give me strength
It makes me brittle, and makes me
seem little.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC
I don't understand why I shake,
I don't understand why we are the same
and yet you suffer so.
Do I cry? Is it because I am
helpless to help less?
I understand rage, quick and passionate
but this anger in my veins,
something that never fades
or dissipates with a punch
It does not give me strength
It makes me brittle, and makes me
seem little.
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