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Raising Anger
I feel lost and out of place.
A waist of time and of space.

I want to laugh but still I cry.
Outside I live inside I die.

Wondering alone in the dark.
Searching for my eternal spark.

High and low and all around.
In front of me but can't be found.

This journey started when I was 8.
I was raised on anger, violence, and hate.

There it grew deep down inside.
The feeling of love I was denied.
© bryanmoore71