My frame of mind, head-crushing mad
Clenched fists, feelings a blender mix
Nails piercing palms, angry and sad
My frame of mind, head-crushing mad
Hopelessness, not caring is bad
Need to think about how to fix
My frame of mind, head-crushing mad
Clenched fists, feelings a blender mix
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A/N: I don’t know what caused it. Halfway through the morning, I became super frustrated and angry. All internal. To keep it from getting out, I closed the door to my office and stewed. Maybe it’s because there’s so much on my To-Do list that it’s hard to keep everything straight. Whatever the reason, it birthed this poem in red pen, and I had a better afternoon.
You can tell that I was so pissed, I wrote “clutched fists” because I forgot the word “clenched”.
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