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I am constantly in a battle of emotions They told me to stay mad For as long as I could. The moment I stopped, I would lose. By then the remorse would have kicked in and my conscience would call the guilty to come home. So I’ve been staying mad for as long as I could remember. I’ve fallen off track a couple of times, but I made sure no one was looking. I didn’t want to lose, and I never wanted to lose. Because the only reason why I have been winning was because I had been terribly defeated. /// The courage I derived out of anger have seen me through my failures and successes. And the courage I derived out of solitude have brought me to independence I so desire. But why does the courage that sustained me also brings fear? Fear of feeling any form of emotions - but anger. Is it because I am afraid to come vis a vis the situation? Or is it because whenever I fall, I find myself more petrified than ever? So I stay mad, I stay mad for as long as I can possibly stay mad. And I’ll anxiously wait for the guilt to catch up with my anger And silently eat me up inside.
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
Escape
I am constantly in a battle of emotions They told me to stay mad For as long as I could. The moment I stopped, I would lose. By then the remorse would have kicked in and my conscience would call the guilty to come home. So I’ve been staying mad for as long as I could remember. I’ve fallen off track a couple of times, but I made sure no one was looking. I didn’t want to lose, and I never wanted to lose. Because the only reason why I have been winning was because I had been terribly defeated. /// The courage I derived out of anger have seen me through my failures and successes. And the courage I derived out of solitude have brought me to independence I so desire. But why does the courage that sustained me also brings fear? Fear of feeling any form of emotions - but anger. Is it because I am afraid to come vis a vis the situation? Or is it because whenever I fall, I find myself more petrified than ever? So I stay mad, I stay mad for as long as I can possibly stay mad. And I’ll anxiously wait for the guilt to catch up with my anger And silently eat me up inside.
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
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