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I’m a Sick Little Child, and Why Do I Lie about it?

When I get angry, I pause
in the tension,
just a baby,
no reason to be angry,
but I’m bubbling angry,

so I hate myself
for that.
I hate the child in
me who will never grow
up, never be cured.

I’ll tell you I don’t get angry.
I get sad, I get depressed,
I get relieved when
lucky, but I lie and say
I don’t get angry

because I don’t want to be
a little child nor a scary
monster, so when
I get angry, I hate
myself and remember

that I was poorly designed
for this world.

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  1. #1 by Shawn on May 1, 2013 - 4:02 pm

    I am glad this was here to be found, it is excellent.
    poorly designed… a fantastic, apt ending
    i was surprised by those lines
    how they completed the picture and attempted a way out.
    thank you.

    • #2 by Carl on May 1, 2013 - 9:05 pm

      Shawn, Thank you for your comment. I feel lucky for your visit.

  2. #3 by clinock on May 5, 2013 - 1:37 am

    This world needs more designs like yours Carl…

    • #4 by Carl on May 13, 2013 - 1:21 pm

      Thank you, as always. I appreciate your comment.

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