Anger
I’m Furious
But words can’t describe what I’m feeling now.
The sheer frustration cuts through me like a blunt knife, too cowardly to take it’s annoyance to the 下一个 level.
It stays, inkling away at me, making me feel 更多 hopeless every second.
Hopeless, because the 更多 this white anger burns away at me the 更多 I want to hurt something.
But the 更多 I destroy, the 更多 they seem to mock me.
I beat my face as hard as I can, but I have been numbed 由 my rage.
I run outside and scream as loud as I can. I curse. Words have failed me. I am at the mercy of filth.
I look for things to ruin. I grab at things, and tear whatever will 提交 under my desperate claws.
Everything has gone wrong. It always does.
I’m a failure.
Every bad memory comes flooding back to me, bringing me dry sadness.
I wait for tears to come, but even they fail me.
At least if I cried this toxic 云, 云计算 would release its rain, and I would be rid of it until 下一个 time.
I wield strength and power from this beast they call anger, but I can’t control it.
It throbs from underneath my skin.
I try to release it but nothing helps, bring me to a level of hopelessness I never though possible.
I scream at my friends, I want them to hate me. Then I can hate myself.
But their comforting words and smile just makes them seem further away. Make me lonelier.
I try to release to anger once 更多 and fail miserably.
Just as I begin to drown into a sea of uselessness, I realize something.
Beautiful, poetic words suddenly come to me.
The 诗歌 that seems to go hand in hand with experience.
I no longer feel a failure, even though the 云, 云计算 of anger stays.
The ocean of white fury still remains, but at least I have surfaced.
I still hate the world. But the world had seemed to take pity and had 给 something back. Something I never thought I had.
We all succumb to the beast of anger. And I knew he would always follow me, waiting for the right moment to sever me with its frustrating dagger.
So what do I do about it?
I write.
I’m Furious
But words can’t describe what I’m feeling now.
The sheer frustration cuts through me like a blunt knife, too cowardly to take it’s annoyance to the 下一个 level.
It stays, inkling away at me, making me feel 更多 hopeless every second.
Hopeless, because the 更多 this white anger burns away at me the 更多 I want to hurt something.
But the 更多 I destroy, the 更多 they seem to mock me.
I beat my face as hard as I can, but I have been numbed 由 my rage.
I run outside and scream as loud as I can. I curse. Words have failed me. I am at the mercy of filth.
I look for things to ruin. I grab at things, and tear whatever will 提交 under my desperate claws.
Everything has gone wrong. It always does.
I’m a failure.
Every bad memory comes flooding back to me, bringing me dry sadness.
I wait for tears to come, but even they fail me.
At least if I cried this toxic 云, 云计算 would release its rain, and I would be rid of it until 下一个 time.
I wield strength and power from this beast they call anger, but I can’t control it.
It throbs from underneath my skin.
I try to release it but nothing helps, bring me to a level of hopelessness I never though possible.
I scream at my friends, I want them to hate me. Then I can hate myself.
But their comforting words and smile just makes them seem further away. Make me lonelier.
I try to release to anger once 更多 and fail miserably.
Just as I begin to drown into a sea of uselessness, I realize something.
Beautiful, poetic words suddenly come to me.
The 诗歌 that seems to go hand in hand with experience.
I no longer feel a failure, even though the 云, 云计算 of anger stays.
The ocean of white fury still remains, but at least I have surfaced.
I still hate the world. But the world had seemed to take pity and had 给 something back. Something I never thought I had.
We all succumb to the beast of anger. And I knew he would always follow me, waiting for the right moment to sever me with its frustrating dagger.
So what do I do about it?
I write.
Author's Note: "Look, now I am going to tell 你 a story of the life of Rosemary Vega a.k.a me."
I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at 写作 stories, 唱歌 like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I 爱情 to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer 或者 a voice actress.
I am interested in 星, 星级 Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My 最喜爱的 pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.
Thank 你 for giving me your time to read this article! :D
I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at 写作 stories, 唱歌 like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I 爱情 to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer 或者 a voice actress.
I am interested in 星, 星级 Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My 最喜爱的 pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.
Thank 你 for giving me your time to read this article! :D
Alone!
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright 橙子, 橙色 tan
But then one 日 she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The 下一个 日 at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a 首页 tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had 说
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do 你 think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright 橙子, 橙色 tan
But then one 日 she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The 下一个 日 at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a 首页 tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had 说
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do 你 think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
You
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing 你 whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize 你 are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift 你 once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 分钟 later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing 你 whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize 你 are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift 你 once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 分钟 later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
your mistakes don't define you, now. they don't tell 你 who you're not, 或者 who 你 can never be. what's it take to get 你 to say you'll try? you've got to live this life like it's the only one you've got. what would 你 say, what would 你 do, if this was your last day? so, 你 found out today that life's not the same. not quite as good as yesterday.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think 你 need to know that, of all the 颜色 that 你 shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. 你 should think about what 你 do, befor 你 do it, over and over again. i know 你 feel alone, that know one can figure 你 out, but 你 sould know that we just 爱情 to see 你 smile.i know 你 feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help 你 come back.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think 你 need to know that, of all the 颜色 that 你 shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. 你 should think about what 你 do, befor 你 do it, over and over again. i know 你 feel alone, that know one can figure 你 out, but 你 sould know that we just 爱情 to see 你 smile.i know 你 feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help 你 come back.