Anger Poems by New Members

I feel it - the judgement in your eyes

You talk to me with exasperated sighs

Nothing I do is ever right

Though I try with all my might

Everything I say is always wrong

I wait for your judgment to come along

Always your judgmental fingers pointing

I seem incapable of not disappointing

I am so very tired of it all

So fuck you I will stand tall

I cannot stop your constant assumptions so unjust

Go on blaming me if you must

I swear you live to criticize
...

There is a sinister fog that hangs over us-
-on the days the wind blows northerly.
A miasma of horrific mass and volume-
-drifts through our town like a phantom.
From over the tracks, there are stacks-
-that curdle the air like warm milk.
We breathe in the toxins and we wonder,
why is our town so chronically ill?
There is a pestilence that's cursed us-
-from a jungle of steel pipe-
-and riveted witches' cauldrons.