sometimes

sometimes

something cruel

bubbles up in my chest

and 

sometimes

i let it

burst out of my lungs

so I can knock the wind

out of your wimpy frame

and 

sometimes

i push it

down into my gut

so I don't hurt the innocent

with my rage

but

sometimes

a sad little bubble

rises up into my throat

and 

i let it burst

and 

sob.

Reviews

[Olivia]

So whether or not you're a teen, this to me totally captures being a teenager. I love it.
I still love it, but I would want people to be constructive with me, so, to be constructive, I would change the word "bystanders." I don't know why, but it doesn't quite live up to the rest of the poem. Otherwise, I love it, especially the rhythm.

[Clarissssaaaa]

umm, yes, i just turned into a teenager. yeah, i should definitely change that. Thank you!!