Volatile

I'm a bitch
Jump in feet first
and think later.

Volatile witch
quick to anger,
Curse and fight.

Someone attacks me
they live to regret It
they will never forget it.

Filled with self loathing
Brimming with remorse,
Overflowing with regret.

Not to proud to admit
When I'm wrong,
Even when my foots in my mouth.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: West London, GBR

Favorite Poets: Pablo Neruda

Comments

Hey, this rolled out of your

Hey, this rolled out of your mouth like honey on a spoon. Did you mean to do that?

Don't worry (if you are), you'll grow out of this stage, I did. ;-)

Thanks

I forgot mention I like this

I forgot mention I like this almost as much as your *bitch slapped*. Now, how could I possibly have forgotten that one?

Anna

Surprised that you remember that one.

Thanks

Lou

How could I not? lol. ~A

How could I not? lol.

Xena

I need anger management lol

Lou

Volatile

I bet you felt good once you pressed the enter button Lou:) I know what you mean in this write of yours and it is good to get that anger out before IT sets in.

Love to you gal
Mona

Mona

I do my best . I never resort to violence. Lol
This is only slightly autobiographical, I have embellished some what.

Lou

Hi Lou!

Anger well captured here...
As long as you don 't take yourself too seriously all's well . . . ;)
Boni

Boni

This poem was supposed to be tongue i cheek.

thanks Lou