Consumed.
This hate fills all my viens.
It brings heartache and pains.
I feel like I'll drown
In the hate from deep down.
The smiles that you see
Always given off by me
are masks to hide the fray
of hate that's killing me each day.
👁 6💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.