That fucking <br />feeling when <br />confronting something <br />that you <br />wish would <br />go away. <br /> <br />What feeling <br />is that? <br />It isn’t <br />anger or <br />annoyance, it <br />burns the <br />linings of <br />the stomach <br />more than <br />that. A <br />dark corner <br />that you <br />wish had <br />light shone <br />into it. <br /> <br />It doesn’t <br />matter what <br />it’s called <br />anyway, because <br />that’s the <br />best feeling <br />against all <br />the others. <br /> <br /> <br />Mary X.<br /><br />Mary X<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-good-the-bad-and-all-ugly/
