Something needs to change.

I want to escape.
My hands shake with anger.
Of disgust.
Of my destiny.
Wanting to shake away the memories.
Clasping my hands in prayer
and wishing to escape this moment.

Poem inspired from my anger after an awkward experience this morning at work.

Caryn Joan

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