I think, therefore I am, but only on the inside

I think, therefore I am, but only on the inside

A Poem by Anti Phalanx

I hate.
With blisters in my ears,
My fists swell up with tears,
Oblivious to my peers.
I despise.
With my eyes that are just straight,
My lungs pressured under weight,
The aversion that will rightly inflate.
I abhor.
With your life I could satirise,
My loathing sweat that fills in my eyes,
A growing ulcer that could reach the skies.
Yet I endear.
With my just cause at a reasonable gait,
My reassurance needs not to wait,
That outside I resemble a smile and call you "mate".

© 2014 Anti Phalanx

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It rather annoys me that there is a character limit on comments; I merely want to say "Yes".

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Anti Phalanx

7 Years Ago

'daw, shucks. You're too kind

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Added on July 12, 2014
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Anti Phalanx
Anti Phalanx

Solihull, West Midlands, United Kingdom

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