Poem - The Rage Within

It started with silence, a sigh in the dark, 🌒

An introvert’s mutter, a hesitant spark. 💭✨

A spiral or two, just for fun or for flair, 🌀

And suddenly… boom, we’re emotionally there. 💥

It’s snacks over small talk, truth with a twist, 🍿🤫

A punchline for feelings you didn’t know missed. 🎯💔

It’s rage in a whisper, it’s jokes in a scream, 😤🎤

It’s bedtime at 9 with a revolution dream. 🛏️🖤🔥

We panic, we post, we laugh as we fall, 😅📱📉

We’re deeply unwell, but we’re vibing through it all. 🌊😂

So come join the chaos, this soft little din 🎧💬

We don’t yell on the outside. That’s The Rage Within. 🌪️✨

Subscribe if your inner monologue needs a pen and a snack.

We’ve got both. 🖤🖊️🍫

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