RAGE...

My sister got upset by my father and wrote that poem..

Beneath me lies a wounded soul,

where no one dare sees,

restricted to my own world,

by a strict hand, grasping me so tightly,

that i have no choice but to obey,

just a small whimper from me,

and i'll be crushed with resentful words,

so hurtful..

that i have become strong with bitterness