The Things I Know (Why I Write)

Compressed with so much anger,

My body cannot take.

So little, frail, and meager,

I then begin to shake.

The feelings forced inside me,

Are harshly packed so full.

Injustice overwhelms me,

From a world that’s far too cruel.

Dysphoric feelings grow,

 What happens isn’t right.

I’m troubled by the things I know,

And that is why I write.