Inside me it wells up.
Is it anger?
resentment?
But resentment it can't be
for I don't know what that word means,
and anyways it doesn't make sense for this time
But anyways;
Inside me it wells up.
I think it is anger--
or annoyance--
but no,
I know it is both.
But anyways;
Inside me it wells up.
Anger and annoyance,
towards my sister--for not being able to do
what I can do
so easily.
See, I did it!
I said it!
But I am no longer angry,
or annoyed,
at her.
I am angry
and annoyed,
at me--
this poem--
because it took me so long to write a simple phrase.
Inside me it wells up.
Anger and annoyance,
towards me and this poem--
for taking so long to write.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
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