ur rage
i know ur afraid but ur hurting us
u hate ur own reflection
and in my hand there is a mirror
so u deny my recollection
and that makes it even clearer
if you don’t like what u see
i hope u know that i do
i just wish u’d stop hurting me
and start telling the truth
when you tell me u love me
then leave me to hang
and i say that it hurt me
it’s bc i wished u would stay
but anyone who’d ask you
to stop being mean
to be honest
to be brave
is in for it,
abandonment
withdrawal
because you’re afraid
and all you know is rage
u don’t trust us til it’s too late
til love’s engulfed in ur hate’s flame.
About the Creator
Amber Grace
A Los Angeles transplant from Maine, Amber finds meaning through creativity. Amber makes art to better understand herself and others, and to expand on the things that make us all oh-so- human.
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