Quatieff: Untitled Work
It’s the anger inside that gives me this face.
It’s the anger inside that’s taking my place.
Then i feel like moving out of town,
so i wont be in the place that gave me this face.
Now that you know that loves not enough.
Do you want to know why i look so rough.
I feel i am all alone in the world.
and yet i don’t feel alone, i feel like i’m in a curl.
Why is it anger and not loneliness.
It’s not jealousy. nothing can put me too rest.
It’s not hatred; its anger why so,
maybe i’ve been lonely long ago.
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