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The Grudge


It started when attacked.
What did I do?
I felt weak and helpless.

I wish I wasn’t weak
So I wanted to be brave.
Remembering the evilness
My heart couldn’t help it but carry grudge and anger.

It kept growing while still looking at Rebellious.
Little did I know these feelings were so poisonous.

Rebellious walks in heels
Believing its superior than its surrenders.
Treated like Queen, that it makes me cringe.

I defy Rebellious
Trying my best to resist.

But this time I am the weak one
For bursting my feelings out
With flames of anger.

Still I regret this defying moment.
My grudge didn’t control itself
And now I feel like the Bad Guy.
Rebellious is probably now laughing at me.
“Grudges and Revenge are not good for the soul”.
Tell that to my young-self.


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