The Essence Of Who I Am

Anger is all five stages of my grief

Hospital is my trigger word

I write revenge in ink on my hand

There is nothing to do with my rage accept swallow it

It burns like acid

The malice eating me away

Im not sure if im more mad at God or the doctor who tried to play him

And the nurse that defiled me

Her head is hung on my wall

The ire of the whole situation

M.A.P

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