Another angry poem. I hope you enjoy it.?

nightmares end

The truth is always sometimes,

So very hard to take.

In my self delusions,

Oh, life's a piece of cake.

I scream but no one hears,

I can't ake it anymore.

No more icy winter days,

No more semi-tragedies.

Do not become my nightmare,

Twisted, like your finger in your hair.

I don't need this anymore,

Please don't let me wake again.

I want to taste the colors,

I want to touch the sky.

I claim this day for my own,

For my selfish fantasies.

You are what I need right now,

So peaceful and serene.

Happy in your complete control,

I now belong to you.

Another angry poem. I hope you enjoy it.?

Very angry indeed, but that's how you get stuff out of your system. I've also written some of those, which makes me feel better afterwards.

By the way, you chose a really cool name: The Black Prince, sounds mysterious.

Another angry poem. I hope you enjoy it.?

That was really good! Keep writing

Another angry poem. I hope you enjoy it.?

That is a really good poem. I'm trying to figure out what you mean by it.....

Anyway, good job! I wrote some angry poems too myself. ;)

Another angry poem. I hope you enjoy it.?

I see an upsetting theme here.

Another angry poem. I hope you enjoy it.?

i LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR POSTING IT UP...I WISH YOU WELL MR. DARK PRINCE...

Another angry poem. I hope you enjoy it.?

What a great poem of expressing all your pain of what you go Thur on a daily basis..It must be hard when feeling all this pain and someone to say smell the roses or it's a piece of cake' as it's not that easy to live like that.I can;t even imagine all the pain and the madness your soul goes thru daily.It shakes my very core to see where you said i scream no one hears i can't take it anymore,I do hear your screams ; i do hear your pain.I am Glad that you can write these down and try to get it out' as if you keep it in ' it will blow up like a volcano...you do have someone that cares ; me

Another angry poem. I hope you enjoy it.?

The first thing coming to my mind reading this is that the poet who wrote this must be a very tormented soul. No one may hear indeed, but they may also hear and not understand or not want to hear because they just couldn't care less. It must be really hard to be haunted by a nightmarish past.

Good poem as usual.