The Struggle of Passive Anger

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Unfiltered to me

is quite possibly

a detriment rather than a liberty.

 

In the grand scheme of emotions

and perceptions that enter our mind,

I gradually weigh my options

for the optimal outcome.

 

Never wishing to be willfully misunderstood

Good, for the hoody that masks my constant depression

A regression of repression within the confides of my own folly

 

If I could be quick with my wit,

and maybe in a bit or a tid bit

possibly a skit to represent my growth

I am all ears.

 

But I fear that as unfiltered as I may be in this prose

Nothing scripted can ever amount to the mending wall I own.

 

All the altered and twisted fantasies

that merely dwell below the surface level.

Bevel and emboss

the frames of my facades all over instagram

Narcassistic, depressing, and longing for notice.

 

The truth really looms around you like a mosquito

True satisfaction is the blood stained on your skin

from finally revealing its intentions. 

Sure it may take two or three bites for me to finally shed some blood,

But to relieve that pain, and leave it all to rest.

Please unfilter me!

 

 

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