poetic venting

been a little stressed about different things for the past little while..i do a lot of venting but i find i have the right words when i write poems.. and i actually really enjoy these poems i thought i did a good job so i would like to share just one of them. they are still pretty private poems..so only one poem :)

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stuck in my words
frozen in my hate
wanna spite wanna choke
but its not gonna stop
it keeps comin keeps burning
this ice thrown at me
by a child? by a person?
by this thing that loves me
loves in this bubble created
to keep the peace keep the
innocence pulled out of my spine
limp and lost i'm choking on
the heat the wet air thats
huffed and puffed in my face
i'm suffocating in my box
grab that knife and make
the sides bleed crying for me
to come back but the oxygen
beckons and is waiting
i can't wait can't sit can't fake
my way through life with no
breath no feeling nothing inside
this ordinary created to be controlled
won't be controlled! won't be ignored
but the anxiety thickens the humidity
ripping and tearing my strength
i fall and eat myself up
to nothing left for them to hate
i'll get up i'm still tryin i'll
wake up in a new room cool dry air
waiting for me to breathe deep....