Bubbling, boiling, bust The feeling crawling in the rust The bug is near, here to report That the patience fuse is running short Shaking, Stumbling Unable to see What lies right here In front of me
Bubbling, boiling, bust
The feeling crawling in the rust
The bug is near, here to report
That the patience fuse is running short

Shaking, Stumbling
Unable to see
What lies right here
In front of me pain stories
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aerisrose
aerisroseCommunity member
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A poem I wrote when I was younger, please excuse my skill it makes me somber.

Bubbling, boiling, bust The feeling crawling in the rust The bug is near, here to report That the patience fuse is running short Shaking, Stumbling Unable to see What lies right here In front of me

I scream, you shout The bug inside begs to come out Why all this anger? Why all this fear? Why suddenly can’t I bear to deal? There’s something wrong with me A bug has up and bitten me An evil bug with poison called Anger.

The poison fills me up Until I make a mistake and I’m stuck Take me out, leave me be Lest you get hurt and feel free to scream at me For the bug won’t quit It won’t go away I’m afraid the poison called Anger Is here to stay...

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